The Agonist - Danse Macabre Lyrics
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Danse Macabre
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What Are The Lyrics For Danse Macabre By The Agonist?
""Fools out of desperation Cursed to repeat this ancient hand While all their friendly gestures Are just a part of your grand plan No cause for celebration Your self-destruction lies ahead Weakened frigid from the terror No absolution shall be fed It's time to play with fire (Chase the visions from the past) (And never) Never stop till the very end From the womb and through life We're born and bred just to die Can we redeem for our crimes? Tangled and swollen in lies Obey! You are a servant to my will Part of the system Swear your loyalty to me Or pay the price \""Please can you forgive me?\"" No I won't let you disguise All the schemes that you tried to untie There's no way out now from the pit You must realize \""Please won't you release my soul?\"" From the womb and through life We're born and bred just to die Can we redeem for our crimes? Tangled and swollen in lies It's time to play with fire (Chase the visions from the past) (And never) Never stop till the very end From the womb and through life We're born and bred just to die Can we redeem for our crimes? Tangled and swollen in lies From the womb and through life We're born and bred just to die Can we redeem for our crimes? Tangled and swollen in lies""
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Who Wrote Danse Macabre By The Agonist?
Christopher Kells, Daniel Marino, Pascal Jobin, Simon Bambic Mckay, Vicky Psarakis
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