Blindead - E5

You were the life ... My anonymous philharmonic All my notes I composed for you For you were the music You were the sound I dreamed on throughout the wars And you absorbed and stifled tears Misfortunes and changes But you failed to feel me For you were all unchanged Talking about the same old things in the same old way. `twas you who brought the rusty wheel, That defines what has been left of me You changed my spirit and you cast a spell on me Heavy breathing and piercing howl coming from the riverside And my streets were carved with the blood And the days of evil came You and your filthy image. Your treacherous eyes filled with vermin and tempest Thoughts that struggled with wisdom You freed the volture, thus vulture now they call me and vulture I am you forgot me I forgot you you forgot me I forgot you you forgot me I forgot you ...