🔥 🔥🔥Undead Hearts Killing Time 🔥🔥🔥 by ZAYAZ

𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥. 𝐈𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜, 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝, 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬. 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐭. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭. 𝐈 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝: 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭.

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Black candles crying wax like veins,
cathedrals rot inside my brain.
I kissed the cross, it tasted dead,
faith is a knife inside the chest.

Moonlit sermons, witches pray,
God’s asleep, the wolves obey.
Your halo’s cracked, your smile bites,
angels starve on Friday nights.

I watched the pure learn how to bleed,
sell their souls just to be seen.
Love’s a curse you learn too late,
forever dies at heaven’s gate.


We preach salvation, drink the sin,
burn the truth, then crawl back in.
Say “it’s them”, point at the sky,
but hell looks back through our own eyes.


Blood on my hands, blood in my veins,
we pray for peace while feeding the pain.
Say it’s not us, say we’re clean,
but monsters dream of being human beings.
World in decay, love on a leash,
we bite each other just to feel peace.
Call it fate, call it divine
we’re undead hearts killing time.


Silver tongues, funeral laughs,
truth gets buried under masks.
Kiss of Judas, lips of wine,
every promise tastes like time.

I walk alone through crowded screams,
everyone’s loud, nobody means.
Souls on sale, two for one,
buy your pain, return your son.

I don’t sleep, I only wait,
immortality tastes like hate.
Clock won’t move, wounds won’t close,
eternity just overdosed.


You hunt the devil, sharpen knives,
while feeding him your double life.
You fear the dark, but love the lie,
you crown the beast, then ask him why.

x2
Blood on my hands, blood in my veins,
we pray for peace while feeding the pain.
Say it’s not us, say we’re clean,
but monsters dream of being human beings.
World in decay, love on a leash,
we bite each other just to feel peace.
Call it fate, call it divine
we’re undead hearts killing time.


I don’t drink blood, I drink regret,
names of lovers I can’t forget.
Cold in my skin, fire in my head,
I survived everything that should’ve left me dead.

They loved the crown, not the curse,
loved the smile, not the hearse.
When I chose me, they chose fear,
lost them all the moment I was clear.


They loved the face, not the wound…
They loved the light, not the truth…
They loved the lie, not the cost…
They loved the mask
I paid the loss.

x2
Blood on my hands, blood in my veins,
we pray for peace while feeding the pain.
Say it’s not us, say we’re clean,
but monsters dream of being human beings.
World in decay, love on a leash,
we bite each other just to feel peace.
Call it fate, call it divine
we’re undead hearts killing time.

Outro
Alive forever… |
rotting inside. | Anathema.
Found myself |
and watched the world die.

𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙢𝙮 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙮. 𝙄 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙤𝙘𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙖𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙎𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤, 𝙘𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙, 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚.