Poshor Golovar - Lyrics - Tankard

A tankard is a form of drinkware consisting of a large, roughly cylindrical, drinking cup with a single handle. Tankards are usually made of silver, pewter, or glass, but can be made of other materials, for example wood, ceramic or leather. A tankard may have a hinged lid, and tankards featuring glass bottoms are also fairly common. Tankards are shaped and used similarly to beer steins.

Fire in his head world was turning all red This wall of emotion crashing down to him Soul crushed and drowning Deeper than a wound, louder than his own scream Foreign thoughts rushing in upon his open mind No way to stop them The gift of feeling what others feel The curse that haunts his family All pain and pleasure unceasingly Sucked into his identity (Head of fire -- Poshor golovar) (Head of fire -- Poshor golovar) Feelings not of me are eating me Prisoner of my sensitivity (Head of fire -- Poshor golovar) I can never be alone with me Alcohol, it's my lone relief [Chorus:] I will be all of you, I will drink your souls I'll be your goodness and your honesty I'll be your happiness and your excessiveness I'll be your sadness and your darkest fear I will be all of you, I will drink your souls I'll be your evil and insanity Your insanity Your insanity Hated by the kids, tasting their rejection Confused by the power raging in his mind No help from outside Then a bigger shock when he felt the psych-ward Madness overwhelming any sanity Close to the breakdown The gift of feeling what others feel The curse that haunts his family All pain and pleasure unceasingly Sucked into his identity (Head of fire... [Chorus] Found a higher love, couldn't get enough of inside melting into one another now Deepest fulfillment Always needing more, he was like a vampire Restless, feeding on the feelings coming on Lost in the other The gift of feeling what others feel The curse that haunts his family All pain and pleasure unceasingly Sucked into his identity (Head on fire... (Head on fire -- Poshor golovar) Feelings not of me are eating me Prisoner of my sensitivity [Chorus]