A Predator’s Portrait Songtext
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A Predator’s Portrait Songtext
A lesson in democracy, I will never, never be, A
Servant of a moral standard, a rebelsoul for the free,
I scream and I burn, I deny what I′ve learned, Can't
Fight what′s inside, on this blasphemous ride, Here I
Stand!
[Chorus:]
Cause he will remain, will remain the same, he's
Apart of the game and he will remain
As I cry for more, The angels burn their core, Let the
Evil saints have their way, When I'm heading for
Oblivion.Achieving my goals in everyway, In
Malicious ways I hail the insane, Nevertheless: my
Broken promises, I scream and I burn, I deny what
I′ve learned Can′t fight what's inside, on this
Blasphemous ride, here I fall!
[Chorus]
Now, take a look at the predator′s portrait
Cause these walls are closing in!
Now, take a look at the predator's portrait
Cause these walls come tumbling down [x2]
Come watch me bleed one more time!, No
Substitute left to find!, All that I hear is what I
Preach!, A mighty soul is what I keep!
I step on the face whose dragging me down, Fed up
With the precious talk, Like a sinner revealing
Himself again, Now his down and out, and ready to
Strike, his ready to strike, his ready to strike, to clear
His very inside
[Chorus x2]
Servant of a moral standard, a rebelsoul for the free,
I scream and I burn, I deny what I′ve learned, Can't
Fight what′s inside, on this blasphemous ride, Here I
Stand!
[Chorus:]
Cause he will remain, will remain the same, he's
Apart of the game and he will remain
As I cry for more, The angels burn their core, Let the
Evil saints have their way, When I'm heading for
Oblivion.Achieving my goals in everyway, In
Malicious ways I hail the insane, Nevertheless: my
Broken promises, I scream and I burn, I deny what
I′ve learned Can′t fight what's inside, on this
Blasphemous ride, here I fall!
[Chorus]
Now, take a look at the predator′s portrait
Cause these walls are closing in!
Now, take a look at the predator's portrait
Cause these walls come tumbling down [x2]
Come watch me bleed one more time!, No
Substitute left to find!, All that I hear is what I
Preach!, A mighty soul is what I keep!
I step on the face whose dragging me down, Fed up
With the precious talk, Like a sinner revealing
Himself again, Now his down and out, and ready to
Strike, his ready to strike, his ready to strike, to clear
His very inside
[Chorus x2]
Writer(s): Ola Gustav Frenning, Bjoern Ove Ingemar Strid Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com