Lyrics Novelists – Inanimate
Text:
I might be reborn or it might burn my skin.
I just don’t care, at least I’ll finally feel something.
Tickle every needles stuck in this voodoo doll,
stab it, stab it, stab it
listen the sound that comes
from this fucking empty wreck;
from this carbonized heart.
I’m this disheartened man
who knows that he might end burnt-out.
from this fucking empty wreck;
from this carbonized heart.
I’m this disheartened man
who knows that he might end burnt-out.
Album
Novelists – Souvenirs
Novelists – Heartfelt
Novelists – Twenty Years
Novelists – Souvenirs
Novelists – The Lichtenberg Figure
Novelists – 5:12 AM
Novelists – Echoes
Novelists – Muchos Touché
Novelists – Voyager
Novelists – Black Lights
Novelists – Ouroboros
Novelists – Antares
Novelists – Gravity
Novelists – Earth Grazer
Novelists – Inanimate