A Death With a Cause | Zarkator (original song)
1LYRICS:
People don’t care about it when it’s justified
When reasons arise it’s even harder to confide
In who did it to them, they’re cut at the stem
It’s harder to see reason than all the mayhem.
But I understand what you are saying about your spirit
And I understand what you are saying but
that doesn’t mean I wanna hear it
Tell me your problems, I won’t try to fix it
And tell me your feelings, i’m sure you can feel it
I’m using your words as a drug for a curse
And vicars will sing of a death with a cause
Give me your tired, your poor, and your faithless
I’ll give them a mask, cuz I know that they’re faceless
They’ll serve themselves lightly, with pains from the masses
They think that they’re free from the ranks and the classes
I say
Tell me your problems, I won’t try to fix it
And tell me your feelings, i’m sure you can feel it
I’m using your words as a drug for a curse
And vicars will sing of a death with a cause
Some people have this affliction in mind
A ghost that will eat their skin and they’ll find
That their mind is the problem, not anyone else,
And that fact turns out to be worse than themselves
But you look to the side that you think is always free
And you see that inside their minds, there’s no room for them to breathe
Their history is inside of me, like lightning running through the rain
This pain is insane, the fuel is octane, but I’ll continue to be slain by the sounds in the rain
This death has a cause.
Tell me your problems, I won’t try to fix it
And tell me your feelings, i’m sure you can feel it
I’m using your words as a drug for a curse
And vicars will sing of a death with a cause
This death has a cause.