The Gathering - Amity free for downloading

Lyrics

motherly breast won t warm you
You fail and foam from your mouth, all the sense you are capable of
Why is it so loud, all the sense you are capable of
burning you to pieces
will i bow down to this in the end

You fail and foam from your mouth, you fail and foam from your mouth
you fail and foam from your mouth
Was it impossible to float for a while, it s a fight it s a fight
in search and need of a friend
And i want to spend the rest of it awake, will i bow down to this in the end Gathering, does not seem to save you

All the sense you are capable of, restless is carrying fever The, was it impossible to float for a while
In search and need of a friend, you heed the glance of a smile Amity, you climb up and frown
why do i get the feeling they ll brake it
Does not seem to save you, you fail and foam from your mouth Amity, was it impossible to float for a while
The torture won t part you, i lay in the hands of my maker

Does not seem to save you, you heed the glance of a smile, burning you to pieces
Will i bow down to this in the end, you fail and foam from your mouth, why is it so loud
And i want to spend the rest of it awake, and i want to spend the rest of it awake
motherly breast won t warm you
Was it impossible to float for a while, all the sense you are capable of

You climb up and frown, why do i get the feeling they ll brake it, the torture won t part you
all the sense you are capable of
Does not seem to save you, i lay in the hands of my maker
restless is carrying fever
in search and need of a friend

You fail and foam from your mouth, why is it so loud
Will i bow down to this in the end, in search and need of a friend, was it impossible to float for a while
Restless is carrying fever, restless is carrying fever
why is it so loud
Why is it so loud, motherly breast won t warm you The, was it impossible to float for a while

Why is it so loud, was it impossible to float for a while Gathering, in search and need of a friend
why is it so loud
why do i get the feeling they ll brake it
I lay in the hands of my maker, i lay in the hands of my maker
motherly breast won t warm you

Does not seem to save you, mothers lap can t seem to warm you
in search and need of a friend
mothers lap can t seem to warm you
The torture won t part you, does not seem to save you