Misery Lyrics

Accuser

Getting nervous at the edge
Where it´s getting cold
We all fight for survival
We´re doing what we´re told
Modern times you realize
That it´s warm inside my coat

And I thought that you knew
Misery
And I thought that you grew
Sympathy

Modern times you realize
That it´s warm inside my coat
Everything seems to be bright
You´re doing what you´re told

And I thought that you knew
Misery
And I thought that you grew
Sympathy

Talk turns toward the living dead
And self created hell
Gotta kick the dog out of my front door
Before I start to bark outside

Getting nervous at the edge
Where you´re growing old
Getting nervous at the edge
Where it´s getting cold
Getting nervous at the edge
Til you find new hope

Helpless
Senseless
Helpless
Nervous

And I thought that you knew
Misery
And I thought that you grew
Sympathy

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