Prophecies, evil things Painting pictures of fates and escapes’ offspring inert Illusions should fuel us to transform our tragedy into actions
Skies rife with grandeur Innocent dreams, but Indolence let them Come crashing down
Seething scorn See nothing born Constant schemes Nothing proceeds
Skies rife with grandeur Innocent dreams, but Indolence let them Come crashing down
A unit of progress Is hard for some, but Without the effort We’re promised none
[Brandon Guitar Solo]
Take with bloodshot eyes Your well earned prize Feats remarkable, admirable Share with static lives Achievement’s pride We must spare them from depression
Skies rife with grandeur Innocent dreams, but Indolence let them Come crashing down
A unit of progress Is hard for some, but Without the effort We’re promised none NoneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
