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*cking 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*ck f*ck
Shake it down
Split it up
F*CKFACE

You turned me into disgrace

F*ck f*ck
Shake it down
Split it out
MOTHERF*CKER

I was one of your cut 'n pastes

For once I found it
Taste my greed
I forsake a waste of tears
Sweet Azerion