The Worst Is Yet To Come Songtext

Nembience

von Through Times of Despair

The Worst Is Yet To Come Songtext
A pale reflection stares back at me
I do not recognize that face
You're just a ghost - you're just a ghost
How could I expect you to be dead?

My thoughts are suicidal - alone I break
I'm turning into fiction - you are my bride

Your eyes will curse me once again
Nothing will ever change
You hold my fate in your hands
I can't escape these arms of sorrow

My thoughts are suicidal - alone I break
I'm turning into fiction - you are my bride

Bring me the endless night
And let me sleep forever
I pray I do not dream of you
I need no demon to hold my hand

Bring me the endless night
And let me sleep forever
I pray I do not dream of you
I need no demon to hold my hand

My thoughts are suicidal - alone I break
I'm turning into fiction - you are my bride

Knowing the worst has yet to come
I celebrate with my suffering
Knowing the worst has yet to come
I celebrate with my suffering

I am in pieces.
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