Pain of Existence Songtext
von Disharmonic Orchestra
Pain of Existence Songtext
Hidden people seem to see
The way I cook the brain of thee
Sepia print of hunting dogs
Pointing out the unseen clocks
There I find myself in sorrow
Nothing′s left for my tomorrow
Dirty waste of nameless people
A dark blue line of licking nipples
Hard to get from the unknown
Eyes work hard with tears that drown
Take control when I will peer
See the pain of northern fear
Hard to get from the unknown
Eyes work hard with tears that drown
Take control when I will peer
See the pain of northern fear
Hidden people seem to see
The way I cook the brain of thee
Sepia print of hunting dogs
Pointing out the unseen clocks
There I find myself in sorrow
Nothing's left for my tomorrow
Hidden people seem to see
The way I cook the brain of thee
Sepia print of hunting dogs
Pointing out the unseen clocks
Hidden people seem to see
The way I cook the brain of thee
Sepia print of hunting dogs
Pointing out the unseen clocks
There I find myself in sorrow
Nothing′s left for my tomorrow
Dirty waste of nameless people
Hidden people seem to see
The way I cook the brain of thee
Sepia print of hunting dogs
Pointing out the unseen clocks
There I find myself in sorrow
Nothing's left for my tomorrow
Dirty waste of nameless people
A dark blue line of licking nipples
The way I cook the brain of thee
Sepia print of hunting dogs
Pointing out the unseen clocks
There I find myself in sorrow
Nothing′s left for my tomorrow
Dirty waste of nameless people
A dark blue line of licking nipples
Hard to get from the unknown
Eyes work hard with tears that drown
Take control when I will peer
See the pain of northern fear
Hard to get from the unknown
Eyes work hard with tears that drown
Take control when I will peer
See the pain of northern fear
Hidden people seem to see
The way I cook the brain of thee
Sepia print of hunting dogs
Pointing out the unseen clocks
There I find myself in sorrow
Nothing's left for my tomorrow
Hidden people seem to see
The way I cook the brain of thee
Sepia print of hunting dogs
Pointing out the unseen clocks
Hidden people seem to see
The way I cook the brain of thee
Sepia print of hunting dogs
Pointing out the unseen clocks
There I find myself in sorrow
Nothing′s left for my tomorrow
Dirty waste of nameless people
Hidden people seem to see
The way I cook the brain of thee
Sepia print of hunting dogs
Pointing out the unseen clocks
There I find myself in sorrow
Nothing's left for my tomorrow
Dirty waste of nameless people
A dark blue line of licking nipples
Writer(s): Herwig Zamernik, Martin Messner, Patrick Klopf Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com