josephnsparrowb, Shiloh Dynasty - In Great Comfort lyrics
[josephnsparrowb, Shiloh Dynasty - In Great Comfort lyrics]
Tell me why I'm waiting for someone that
Doesn't give a fuck about me oh you wanna
Tell me why I'm aching for comfort
Rest my soul by the pine tree
I don't need you now I cannot cry, lived 1
4th of hundert
Nothing's ever free, give life to me
Whole life I bowed for the one
All my fun in dissonance
Rigor mortis is humdrum
Wardrum pitifully echoes in the distance now
In unison with laments of "how?
I'm holier than thou"
Allow me to show you the ways of the dead
Congregation's conversation leads to me
To the riverbed
Immense comfort in funeral canticles and head
Your soul will shed
Darkness twists the thread the rain comes
Now war drums come in large sums
Imaginary people fight for breath to
Stay in my lungs
I speak in tongues every day of the year
Mute boy runs off to the riverwood
Feet whirr
Clear my sight from stress and decay
Forests echo my name in shame
There lies no fame, no name
It's all a game, kill the flame
Tell me why I'm aching for comfort
Rest my soul by the pine tree
I don't need you now I cannot cry, lived 1
4th of hundert
Nothing's ever free, give life to me
Compare a struggle to passchendaele
Ash heart blows away to no avail
Simplistic headset covered in a dark veil
The answer's in the spiked hail
Doesn't give a fuck about me oh you wanna
Tell me why I'm aching for comfort
Rest my soul by the pine tree
I don't need you now I cannot cry, lived 1
4th of hundert
Nothing's ever free, give life to me
Whole life I bowed for the one
All my fun in dissonance
Rigor mortis is humdrum
Wardrum pitifully echoes in the distance now
In unison with laments of "how?
I'm holier than thou"
Allow me to show you the ways of the dead
Congregation's conversation leads to me
To the riverbed
Immense comfort in funeral canticles and head
Your soul will shed
Darkness twists the thread the rain comes
Now war drums come in large sums
Imaginary people fight for breath to
Stay in my lungs
I speak in tongues every day of the year
Mute boy runs off to the riverwood
Feet whirr
Clear my sight from stress and decay
Forests echo my name in shame
There lies no fame, no name
It's all a game, kill the flame
Tell me why I'm aching for comfort
Rest my soul by the pine tree
I don't need you now I cannot cry, lived 1
4th of hundert
Nothing's ever free, give life to me
Compare a struggle to passchendaele
Ash heart blows away to no avail
Simplistic headset covered in a dark veil
The answer's in the spiked hail