Lords of Black — Maker of Nothingness

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Say you don’t care but that’s what is eating you alive
Another clown looking to burn like a moth to a flame
When you crawling alone and you step one more foot
Closer to the grave

Controlling by amusing myself to death
Satisfy, inflicting some kind of pain
There you have it, it’s the last bit of who I am
Making us fools believe we are free

Waking up dead
In a field of deceit
Truth is being drowned
You’re the maker of nothingness
Those who believed
Those times won’t bе back
When reason is killed
And lifе is denied

Days with no dawn are coming our way
Unveil the lies spoken a thousand times
Don’t you see?
If there was a time, it has to be now

Controlling by amusing myself to death
Satisfy, inflicting some kind of pain
There you have it, it’s the last bit of who I am
Making us fools believe we are free

Waking up dead
In a field of deceit
Truth is being drowned
You’re the maker of nothingness
Those who believed
Those times won’t be back
When reason is killed
And life is denied

Waking up dead
In a field of deceit
Truth is being drowned
You’re the maker of nothingness