Surge Of Pity - Nightrage

A lie hurts more than the truth

My favorite scary colour, peered

Into the darkness these small uncertain moves

Is there any truth in their words?

Misfortune never come singly

They went over to my enemies

Fighting against heavy odds

Shameless lie uncontrolled figures

Bow to the inevitable

Life playing such games

Can you really answer these

Harmless questions of life?

Audience of the madness

Remnants of my mind

Invading my thoughts

Conjure up the spirit of the dead

Of the dead

Audience of the madness

Remnants of my mind

Invading my thoughts

Conjure up the spirit of the dead

Of the dead

Deeds speak louder than words

Harsh actions a suspicious look

The pricking of thorns

The sting of remorse

The stimulus of praise

Listening to this dead march

Under a maze of pity

A surge of pity

The pricking of thorns

The stimulus of praise

Deeds speak louder than words

Harsh actions a suspicious look

The pricking of thorns

The sting of remorse

The stimulus of praise

Listening to this dead march

Under a maze of pity

A surge of pity

The pricking of thorns

The stimulus of praise