Dogma de Disciples Of Mockery

Ohh, i long for the sun at dawn
i'm longing for the sun
But will it ever come?
but will it ever come?
The indifference of ability
of this, oh, too familiar excruciation
the struggle to bypass this
to bypass this impending agony
Innocent promises of grandure,
deep within they still want to believe
, you are a liar.
Repeating infliction its all the same
ohhh, every time
your shell is weakening
Into a wurlwind of forever
ohhh, will it ever end?
will it ever end?
ohhh, will it ever end?
uhhh
I'm longing for the sun
the sun at dawn
Ohhh, i'm longing for the sun
the sun at dawn
But will it ever come?
when will it ever come?
ohhh
And this human shell is weakening
into a wurlwind of forever
Will this ever end?
will it ever end?
Those upon
promises of grandure
deep within they still want to believe
you liar
Repeating infliction
it's all the same everytime
Will this ever end?
will it? will it ever end?
ohhh