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Cauldrons In The Dark (Made in England)

[Verse 1] Underworld calling Through the thick Wet haze Names carved in vapor Drift in a burning phrase Pleasures once tasted Still stain your breath Every laugh you stole Now speaks in debt [Pre-Chorus] Hear your own footsteps Echo in slime Each one counted Each one timed (step by step) [Chorus] Cauldrons in the dark Boiling over sins you savored Groans in the cool black Drowning out the life you favored This is the end that never ends The beginning of the suffering This is the price you pay For a moment’s fleeting wondering [Verse 2] Fire under kettles Licks the rusted chains Oil climbs your shadow Tattoos you with flame Pledged little secrets Come home to feed You are the harvest Of your own greed [Pre-Chorus] Did you think the night Would hide your taste? Every stolen thrill Is branded on your face (look away) [Chorus] Cauldrons in the dark Boiling over sins you savored Groans in the cool black Drowning out the life you favored This is the end that never ends The beginning of the suffering This is the price you pay For a moment’s burning blundering [Bridge] No clocks No dawn Just the hiss of breath Chains swing slow Like a pendulum of death You reach for light Find only smoke You beg for mercy But your own words choke (choke, choke) [Chorus] Cauldrons in the dark Boiling over sins you savored Groans in the cool black Drowning out the life you favored This is the end that never ends The beginning of the suffering This is the price you pay For a moment’s pleasure Shuddering