Cyanide Songtext
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Cyanide Songtext
Do not fall down into despair
This is not your last prayer
This anguish is only for the meek
You might feel dead deep inside
But from me you cannot hide
This stench of fear makes you reek
You′re weak, afraid, you're dead
I am the stuff that your nightmares are made of
I am what burns you up from inside
This hate is like cyanide
Do not push down, float with the stream
Suppress a silent scream
Deprived of all that makes a man
Hear me now the voice within
Let the pain from this begin
Float just like acid through your veins
These chains, pinned down, you′re dead
I am the stuff that your nightmares are made of
I am what burns you up from inside
This hate is like cyanide
I am the stuff that your nightmares are made of
I am what burns you up from inside
This hate is like cyanide
(This hate is like cyanide)
I am the stuff that your nightmares are made of
I am what burns you up from inside
This hate is like cyanide
I am the stuff that your nightmares are made of (that your nightmares are made of)
I am what burns you up from inside
This hate is like cyanide (this hate is like cyanide)
This is not your last prayer
This anguish is only for the meek
You might feel dead deep inside
But from me you cannot hide
This stench of fear makes you reek
You′re weak, afraid, you're dead
I am the stuff that your nightmares are made of
I am what burns you up from inside
This hate is like cyanide
Do not push down, float with the stream
Suppress a silent scream
Deprived of all that makes a man
Hear me now the voice within
Let the pain from this begin
Float just like acid through your veins
These chains, pinned down, you′re dead
I am the stuff that your nightmares are made of
I am what burns you up from inside
This hate is like cyanide
I am the stuff that your nightmares are made of
I am what burns you up from inside
This hate is like cyanide
(This hate is like cyanide)
I am the stuff that your nightmares are made of
I am what burns you up from inside
This hate is like cyanide
I am the stuff that your nightmares are made of (that your nightmares are made of)
I am what burns you up from inside
This hate is like cyanide (this hate is like cyanide)
Writer(s): Bjarne Elvsgard, Jens Westin, Per Solang, Tomas Andersson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com