Текст песни Saving Vice - Haec Est Ars Moriendi

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Haec Est Ars Moriendi
I don't know how
I don't know where to start
I flew so close to the sun
I couldn't tell us apart

Breathing the sulfur
The symptoms disturbed

Deliver me from this forlorn dynasty
Don’t understand why this boy has to be a “man"

Blood on his hands
No will to dance
Another word for “loneliness”

Been in it for a minute
Try to fight it off
Depressed, cold sweats
Soaked in fear, my mind made up

Paint it black
Breathe it back into the syntax
Until you hate yourself
I’ll rip your soul in half

You can try to show me my delusion
I can see your cerebral contusion

Is it you? Is it me?
Am I the sum of all my worst mistakes?
All the air that you waste
The very oxygen keeping me in your place

I've danced with the devil in the pale moonlight
Now I'm laughing while I'm crying
I think I've learned the art of dying

This is my art of dying

(I put my demons down)

I have defeated myself
I put my demons down
I can’t be killed by anyone else

I put my demons down

Watch your pathetic life flash before your eyes
How do you die? How do you die?