The Cabal
Elvenking"The Cabal" is a song by Elvenking, released in 2010 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:36 long and contains 41 lines and 318 words.
Lyrics
0:19I wake up and I feel I was stranded
0:23In a world that hardly represents me
0:28Step by step I collect all my nightmares
0:33Like a modern Renoir I'm painting my life away
0:38Don't you think that I'm not gonna worry?
0:40Don't you think that I don't feel sorry?
0:43Soon I'll find my way and I'll let you know
0:47Don't you think that I'm not gonna worry?
0:50Don't you think that I don't feel sorry?
0:52Soon I'll find my way and I'll let you know
0:58Sitting down in my room I feel so empty
1:02Staring with lonely eyes at the words I am laying down
1:08With cold blood I swallow all the absinthe that you gave me
1:13That cold winter night
1:18Don't you think that I'm not gonna worry?
1:20Don't you think that I don't feel sorry?
1:22Soon I'll find my way and I'll let you know
1:27Don't you think that I'm not gonna worry?
1:29Don't you think that I don't feel sorry?
1:32Soon I'll find my way and I'll let you know
1:37I feel a decadent poet
1:39Forced to bury his art ?forced to bury his own heart
1:46Under the mud of a pigsty
1:49A cabal of murdered broken hearts
1:55Longing for my bitter taste
2:17Lost you, I have lost you, brother
2:19The strength you hid inside your eyes
2:22Makes me believe I can still live my life
2:26I learnt from the ashes
2:28Of the tears I dropped for all these years
2:31My love is now living, is living for real
2:56I feel a decadent poet
2:58Forced to bury his art ?forced to bury his own heart
3:05Under the mud of a pigsty
3:08A cabal of murdered broken hearts
3:15Longing for my bitter taste
3:18I feel a decadent poet
3:20Forced to bury his art ?forced to bury his own heart
3:27Under the mud of a pigsty
3:30A cabal of murdered broken hearts
3:36Longing for my bitter taste
I wake up and I feel I was stranded In a world that hardly represents me Step by step I collect all my nightmares Like a modern Renoir I'm painting my life away Don't you think that I'm not gonna worry? Don't you think that I don't feel sorry? Soon I'll find my way and I'll let you know Don't you think that I'm not gonna worry? Don't you think that I don't feel sorry? Soon I'll find my way and I'll let you know Sitting down in my room I feel so empty Staring with lonely eyes at the words I am laying down With cold blood I swallow all the absinthe that you gave me That cold winter night Don't you think that I'm not gonna worry? Don't you think that I don't feel sorry? Soon I'll find my way and I'll let you know Don't you think that I'm not gonna worry? Don't you think that I don't feel sorry? Soon I'll find my way and I'll let you know I feel a decadent poet Forced to bury his art ?forced to bury his own heart Under the mud of a pigsty A cabal of murdered broken hearts Longing for my bitter taste Lost you, I have lost you, brother The strength you hid inside your eyes Makes me believe I can still live my life I learnt from the ashes Of the tears I dropped for all these years My love is now living, is living for real I feel a decadent poet Forced to bury his art ?forced to bury his own heart Under the mud of a pigsty A cabal of murdered broken hearts Longing for my bitter taste I feel a decadent poet Forced to bury his art ?forced to bury his own heart Under the mud of a pigsty A cabal of murdered broken hearts Longing for my bitter taste
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