Theory of the Will - Morda

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 fucking 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

Fuck fuck

Shake it down

Split it up

FUCKFACE

You turned me into disgrace

Fuck fuck

Shake it down

Split it out

MOTHERFUCKER

I was one of your cut 'n pastes

For once I found it

Taste my greed

I forsake a waste of tears

Sweet Azerion