We squander our waking hours In a modicum of narrow spaces Eyes distend in bleaching light Restless limbs slowly atrophy Between digging holes To bury ourselves inside Horizon of a mausoleum I want to taste the sky
Oh, you want a coffin now? So content to rot beneath the ground With your heart in your stomach? Well, I differ I've felt this way since 1993 And I'm fucking not dead
Slave posture Lay down your pick and spade Tell me you're not sick of Waiting for a miracle To save us all
Turn the page; enough Let's write a new story Through the rage and love The blood and glory From the earth to the sky We'll make our wayward way And beat down every foe in our way
And we'll climb their spires Raising our fists skyward We will light our fires again And let our eyes shine brighter Though the fates conspire Ever young the night is Here for you and I, my friend We'll make it to the end
Broken hearts and empty wishes Bloodstained sands in petrol deserts Burning hands give baleful summons Watered lungs and blood-filled stomachs Wake me up; I'm not dreaming Wake her up, she's not breathing
Gouge them out if you Would rather be blind Meantime, let the colour Of the sky turn sanguine As the sties rot out Would you rather be dead? Talking heads crowning our empires Turn a blind eye As the world advances into fire
This body is a platter Unfit for the worms Little walking corpse Waiting to die in a tempest Of blood and iron
Alive, I found myself Eyes locked to the sky and covered in swill In the barrens where salt and fire clash Embalmed in melaena I could do nothing but brace my hands As rock bottom gave way to a freefall
But we'll climb their spires Raising our fists skyward We will light our fires again And let our eyes shine brighter Though the fates conspire Ever young the night is Here for you and I, my friend
We'll make it through to the end And through the rage and love We'll make it to the endTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
