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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