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The Five Hundred - Black Dogs Lyrics

In this rotting century of hate
Your troubled mind
My troubled mind
Our troubled minds
This world is full of suffering
The misery is taking me under
Now it’s spreading
And swallows everything

Standing here alone on the edge
Descending into the darkness
Standing here alone on the edge
Descending into the darkness

The voices are deceiving
This isn’t me I’m sinking
In a rotting century of hate
Estrangement from reality
Fading away into nothing
I didn't want to feel
Or remember

Standing here alone on the edge
Descending into the darkness
Standing here alone on the edge
Descending into the darkness
Demons are calling me
They dig in their nails
And pull me away
Demons are calling me
All I see is the end
Just a way to escape

I don’t eat
I won’t sleep for days
I didn't want to feel
I didn't want to dream
In this rotting century
I didn’t want to remember anything, anymore
I didn’t want to be a part of it
This rotting century of hate

Demons and black dogs
A torture without mercy
The coldest darkest place
Demons and black dogs
A torture without mercy
The coldest, darkest, place