Slaves for Scores - Adversary And The Antidote
Countless lives fade away from your giving disease
Waiting for someone to fall
Satisfy as they arrive. Arrive
Fields of pain your seed is sown
There is a cure for sorrow
Reaching for the world below
While endless ages run
And through the rivals of your fantasies
Always on my days
I'm living out the rest of me
And I have come here all alone
Broken and fordone will you carry me?
Will you carry me?
The adversary
The antidote
Oh!
A sense of power
A taste of your void
And through the rivals of your fantasy
Always on my days
I'm living out the rest of me
I'm living out the rest of me
Countless lives fade away from your giving disease
Waiting for someone to fall
Satisfy as they arrive
As they arrive
As they arrive
Written by:
Antony Hämäläinen, Jason Schulze
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