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lyrics
EPITAPH
(C Gentil/Short)
There’s a certain kind of madness
In a world of make believe,
But anger, pain and misery
Are the thoughts that you receive.
Now you’re searching for the golden dream
And the good times that it brings.
Now clouded by reality
You feel the touch of angel’s wings.
What can I do, what can I say to take this pain away
Controller of my destiny.
My mind is trapped behind a wall, my silent cry became a call
My epitaph laid out for me.
See yourself in a circle of fools,
All wrapped up in tragedy.
Now there ain’t no, there ain’t no turning back
Only crying and self-pity.
When the needles and the silver spoons
Have tuned your head around.
Too many years wasted on the ghetto life
Slave to the craze which brought you down.
What can I do, what can I say to take this pain away
Controller of my destiny.
My mind is trapped behind a wall, my silent cry became a call
My epitaph laid out for me.
What can I do, what can I say to take this pain away
Controller of my destiny.
My mind is trapped behind a wall, my silent cry became a call
My epitaph laid out for me.
This album features impressive musical flexibility. Notably I am impressed by the fullness with which Kaine has grasped the concept of the heavy ballad. Christian Towalski