A Dozen Black Roses - Cult of Kings - Lyrics, Similar artists

Kishore Kumar Hits — A Dozen Black Roses - Cult of Kings lyrics

Artist: A Dozen Black Roses

album: Mental Threshold

Cancer of the weak
Voices unheard
Buried in regret
Blade of vengeance
Essence of the weak
Small cries for help
Buried with the dead
An image of salvation
We are born together (without mercy)
Cultivating stolen thoughts
Fixated on the truth
Or to bury our lies
You dig into
Nails pierce my corneas
And cover your ears
As I choke on my blood
Heaven is a prison
An escape to see the truth
Heaven is a fucking prison
Incarcerated in the blood of Christ
Cut my wrists
Bear my fucking chain
You dig into me
My flesh, paper thin
A witness begging for mercy
But a backbone to endure
Zenith rooted to a lifeless vessel
A vision of angels cut the throat of God
Rains of blood conceived
Mortality above
I want to die at the feet of the Cult of Kings

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