In Flames. A Sense Of Purpose. Drenched In Fear. Zeneszám

You wont,
Find a friendly face in the crowd,
It's quite amusing to see,
How you suffer now!

I refuse,to let you steal my delight,
When you awake, but it strengthens my night rage,
I've seen you kill many dreams,
But I've got brand new armour, and my weapons are way ahead of your's.

How does it feel to be demolished,
Fate plunged into thin air,
Strange to feeling to be nothing.

All the words I hear,
They don't mean a thing
All drenched in fear,
Then I let you pray

Make me bother, I dare you,
I've got the strength I need,
But await my darkest moment,
When the guilt doesn't get to me.

All the words I hear,
They don't mean a thing
All drenched in fear,
Then I let you pray