Phenol - Sinister Lyrics

Twenty years of affection and still that lethal taste on our tongues
Funeral poetry to tear our blackened skies
Razorblade sharpeners
As we are still trying to get accustomed
To all the horror around us

We are poets and nobodies
Outcasts and troublemakers
Sure we don't expect anything good to happen anytime soon

Twenty years of affection and still that lethal taste on our tongues
We are soloists and we are the voice
Of the orphans (and) the wanderers
Surely we don't expect anything good to happen anytime soon

Filled with dread
When no one is listening
The time is coming in
There is no place to hide, we are dying

We learned to dance when we got sad
To howl when we got discouraged
Our shouts are worth a thousand words
They best reflect the violence and the shame
We will maintain the fire within us
Until the end of this sinister world
Twenty years of dedication
And we will maintain the fire within us