La Maison Diev

Lyrics for La Maison Diev

Nothing is worth it indeed My dreams go adrift I continue to repeat that's ok But I'm strapped for hope anyway And more and more sick of waiting A sop that isn't and won't thrown to me. Let the laying low roam It feeds my endless obsession Sank in the moan In a bath of depression I'm itching to cross the streets barefoot In a perfect day of foolish apathy. A grey cup blooms Grown from a dead bud Engulfed by time waves As the silent fall of leaves My tower is falling down No one is waiting me at the god home Stiff flesh swings half-lightened My memory will wiped off It won't do harm To nobody but me Nothing is worth it indeed My dreams went adrift Let the wheel roll The taunting has no end at all