sorcerer (french band) - the devils كلمات أغنية

there is a th_rn deeply rooted in my head
it tears me apart
condemning me to crawl

the devils feed from all my dream
forbidden thougts
made of dirt and fears

lost in the woods of conscience and morality
no laid to rest for anxiety
lost in the furnace of my own reality
i am enslaved, enslaved to me

i despise every single one of you
all your love

the devils feed on everything i dream
i’ve got the edgе but its so hard to win

the devils sow , the dеvils reap
everything lost its flavour to me

i’ll find my way through this cerebral battlefield
could i see clear beneath my skin

i speak in a foreign tongue
one step closer to the void
and even if i wanted to
i’ll never match my peers

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