.It's all perpetual dreams, this hidden life ain't what it seems
Victims of misfortune and lies, and tortured bringers of demise
Walking dead we are
Circling above like vultures
They reap the harvest that we sew and take, like trusting fools
All days now disappear from weeks to mo.
Have you been looking for lyrics of your favorite song, too long? Lyrics has got them all listed out for you by your favorite songwriters, artists neatly arranged by albums you love. Simply,Choose an album, artist or lyricist and start discovering lyrics of your favorite songs.
Allow To View All Exclusive Content & Notifications 🔔