Grey.Link by Grim Salvo Lyrics
Spinning, turning in my grave
I hear the church bells ring
Demons singing, rolling back the eyes
Murder sleeping
Blacking out and waking up with thoughts missing
Ears ringing, fiend of the shadow legion
Shook to the core from what I witnessed
But I never had a chance to make it with the living
Spinning, turning in my grave
I hear the church bells ring
Demons singing, rolling back the eyes
Murder sleeping
Blacking out and waking up with thoughts missing
Ears ringing, fiend of the shadow legion
Shook to the core from what I witnessed
But I never had a chance to make it with the living
(Walking dеad man
Limping from my mama’s kitchen
Drinking wormwood
Free from my mental prison
Bloody red hands
Dripping on my mama’s linеns
Lord, it feels good
All these beetles in my prism)
Walking dead man
Limping from my mama’s kitchen
Drinking wormwood
Free from my mental prison
Bloody red hands
Dripping on my mama’s linens
Lord, it feels good
All these beetles in my prism
Walking dead man
I never had sight, I was blind to begin with
We drinking wormwood
Paradise, my mind is sickened
Bloody red hands
I was born once again in a vision
Tell me I did good
Gonna carry out the wishes of my own decrepit premonitions
All night covered eyes
I know no right
Come and hide outside
My sight-sight is flooded with the moonlight
Eating with his mind untied
Blackened vomit with the tide (you can trust me)
I can promise you the lie
Seeping out, burning the edges
Your tongue has been tied
Crucify my chemical red flesh mind
I will never kill myself
I will never fucking die
Spinning, turning in my grave
I hear the church bells ring
Demons singing, rolling back the eyes
Murder sleeping
BLACK OUT, waking up with thoughts missing
Ears ringing, fiend of the shadow legion
Shook to the core from what I witnessed
But I never had a chance to make it with the living
I hear the church bells ring
Demons singing, rolling back the eyes
Murder sleeping
Blacking out and waking up with thoughts missing
Ears ringing, fiend of the shadow legion
Shook to the core from what I witnessed
But I never had a chance to make it with the living
Spinning, turning in my grave
I hear the church bells ring
Demons singing, rolling back the eyes
Murder sleeping
Blacking out and waking up with thoughts missing
Ears ringing, fiend of the shadow legion
Shook to the core from what I witnessed
But I never had a chance to make it with the living
(Walking dеad man
Limping from my mama’s kitchen
Drinking wormwood
Free from my mental prison
Bloody red hands
Dripping on my mama’s linеns
Lord, it feels good
All these beetles in my prism)
Walking dead man
Limping from my mama’s kitchen
Drinking wormwood
Free from my mental prison
Bloody red hands
Dripping on my mama’s linens
Lord, it feels good
All these beetles in my prism
Walking dead man
I never had sight, I was blind to begin with
We drinking wormwood
Paradise, my mind is sickened
Bloody red hands
I was born once again in a vision
Tell me I did good
Gonna carry out the wishes of my own decrepit premonitions
All night covered eyes
I know no right
Come and hide outside
My sight-sight is flooded with the moonlight
Eating with his mind untied
Blackened vomit with the tide (you can trust me)
I can promise you the lie
Seeping out, burning the edges
Your tongue has been tied
Crucify my chemical red flesh mind
I will never kill myself
I will never fucking die
Spinning, turning in my grave
I hear the church bells ring
Demons singing, rolling back the eyes
Murder sleeping
BLACK OUT, waking up with thoughts missing
Ears ringing, fiend of the shadow legion
Shook to the core from what I witnessed
But I never had a chance to make it with the living