Mudvayne - Coal Lyrics
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Coal
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What Are The Lyrics For Coal By Mudvayne?
My soul simply won't bleed
Coal blackened walls surround my scene hardened Callous I've been stung by bees forfeited courage keeps me in need And i need your soul in black, Trust you rape and left me to see my soul attacked it's innocence deaf And dumb I can't hear the shit been preached to me losses i could You rip through from my mind And take my thoughts from me m mind My space inside I'm lost replaced bliss with catastrophe Heaven sends to you the seed My mind receives and accepts deceit My acceptance sometimes disturbing My appearance shows no sympathy me in this state of mind My balance off balance but i push through this dark time i lay awake at night My body trembles wrapped with vines each tie That binds represents another dream demise Oh f*ck i need a handle in my life I know that there is no escape for me This sweating i don't mind just fused with insanity Dark time i lay awake at night my body trembles Wrapped with vines each tie that binds represents another dream demise Oh f*ck i need a handle in my life in my life My soul has been caught in the mix of your plague hardened Callous I've been stung by bees forfeited courage keeps me in need My life is meaningless now is it you that i thank |
Who Wrote Coal By Mudvayne?
Chad L. Gray, Greg Tribbett, Matthew Mcdonough, Shawn Barclay
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What's The Duration Of The Coal By Mudvayne?The duration of Coal is 5:04 minutes and seconds. |
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