Taste of fear

Taste of fear.

 

Pulling on the strings of death

Its time to let this end

To rid the earth of all the lies

I feel my heart condemned

Through the whispers in our dreams

We conquer over dark

The taste of fear, is fear itself

There’s nothing left in this hell

 

The nightmares begin. It’s all happened again

The taste of fear is never passing

 

The taste of fear is always growing

 

Reality is insanity

It’s a curse we will always bear

It’s ours for the taking

The fear is forever there

Fears an addiction

For it knows no evil

The taste of fear is fear itself

There’s nothing left in this hell

 

The nightmares begin it’s all happened again

 

The taste of fear is always growing

 

(Instrumental)

 

The taste of fear is burning now.

The End

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