Morda - Theory Of The Will lyrics

For once I found it Taste my greed I forsake a waste of tears We are supposed to be happy We try so damn hard So damn f**ing hard What What would I give I WILL TAKE NO OATHS ANYMORE What would I give Prevailing years of blinding darkness In my will to power life (and its aspects) AZERION WAS MY RELIEF Ten times Let it slip f** f** Shake it down Split it up fu*kFACE You turned me into disgrace f** f** Shake it down Split it out MOTHERfu*kER I was one of your cut 'n pastes For once I found it Taste my greed I forsake a waste of tears Sweet Azerion