Morda Theory of the will Lyrics

For once I found it
Taste my greed
I forsake a waste of tears

We are supposed to be happy
We try so d___ hard
So d___ f___ing hard

What
What would I give
I WILL TAKE NO OATHS ANYMORE
What would I give

Prevailing years of blinding darkness
In my will to power life (and its aspects)
AZERION WAS MY RELIEF

Ten times
Let it slip
f___ f___
Shake it down
Split it up
f___FACE

You turned me into disgrace

f___ f___
Shake it down
Split it out
m_________ER

I was one of your cut ‘n pastes

For once I found it
Taste my greed
I forsake a waste of tears
Sweet Azerion