Poets Of The Fall. Desire. Zeneszám

Fatal velocity, comes on with a rush, overpowering, gives the final push What never moves, is never still, who has the final word It holds the world in a single pill, and all life rendered absurd Kill sweet desire, faith may numb the trial, but can you run all your life Kill sweet desire, truth will make a liar, you can run but not hide So run for your life A false sincerity, a liar and a thief, my pulse and memory, a comfort within grief What never moves, is never still, who has the final word It holds the world in a single pill, and all life rendered absurd Kill sweet desire, faith may numb the trial, but can you run all your life Kill sweet desire, truth will make a liar, you can run but not hide Given into this sensation, feel I've run too far Cannot see beyond emotion, see what the options are With no faith to trust the notion, I fear I'm losing all control Kill...