Bête Noire
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Lyrics
Shaking from the panic, you're taking your own life Faking your will Breaking you still Compliant and complacent, defeated on your knees Easing your nerve Serve the perverted creed Clinging to the cross when your neck is just as stiff A sense of liberation as the shackles grip your wrists Lifting the weight, the strain on your spine Lighter now Letting the fire in your mind Clinging to the cross when your neck is just as stiff A sense of liberation as the shackles grip your wrists When every prayer is a link on the chain When every minute devoted is a minute wasted
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Song Details
- Duration
- 00:55
- Key
- 11
- Tempo
- 101 BPM