Master Of Disaster
- Seether (2011)You are listening to the song Master Of Disaster by Seether, writer by Seether in album Holding Onto Strings Better Left To Fray. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
Steal my sight and then
Fill my mind with foreign words
To keep me wanting
And speak now, child
And chill my heart with all the hurt
And keep me suffering.
All these promises
Lectures and bold-faced lies
All these promises
Born of a shameless mind.
Leave me to heal on my own
With those empty cruel promises
You stole my dreams
Yeah all my dreams are dead inside
Please let me feel my way home
Without reason or compromise
You stole my dreams
Now all I believe is dead inside.
Be quick now, child
And soil my bed with all your dirt
Just keep me suffering.
All these promises
Lectures and bold-faced lies
All these promises
Born of a shameless mind.
Leave me to heal on my own
With those empty cruel promises
You stole my dreams
Yeah all my dreams are dead inside
Please let me feel my way home
Without reason or compromise
You stole my dreams
Now all I believe is dead inside.
Don't let me sleep, take me back
But don't let me be comfortable
If I get too weak (please let me feel my way home)
Cut no slack, and don't let me be comfortable
Don't let me sleep (please let me feel my way home)
Take me back, but don't let me be comfortable.
Leave me to heal on my own
With those empty cruel promises
You stole my dreams
Yeah all my dreams are dead inside
Please let me feel my way home
Without reason or compromise
You stole my dreams
Now all I believe is dead inside.
If you say you're alive (please let me feel my way home)
When you pray you're alive
Oh you hate when I'm right (please let me feel my way home)
And you lay in the fire.
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