Above Album by Mad Season
Number of Lyrics in Album : 8
By Mad Season, Artificial red, smoke, poison consumed In the House of Ill Repute Is
By Mad Season, I don't know anything I don't know anything I don't know anything I
By Mad Season, For clear space and soundness of mind I've let you play
By Mad Season, Lifeless dead, that unclean bed Till or when her hunger's fed How
By Mad Season, So much blood I'm starting to drown Runs from cold to
By Mad Season, My pain is self-chosen At least, so The Prophet says I could
By Mad Season, Wake up young man, it's time to wake up Your love
By Mad Season, Do the laughs die when One such as I run And allow