Mark my words as they will leave footprints behind like our feet in the dust, untouched by time. Dark times, filled with violence and despair. As the sand of our time falls onto ruins, ruins of what used to be. We cry for help, they preach of salvation. Consoling generations, lies filled with bliss. We grasp, eager for change, light on our faces. Yet who are we kidding? No man can undo this wrong which we’ve suffered for years too long. No hand reaching out is honest. All they give are blood covered, money filled claws of death. DEATH BEFORE SALVATION! We cry for help, where are your heroes now? You think they care? As long as they look just. Rotting in lies of salvation, doomed to burn. The joker will triumph; Gotham will have his parade. Blinded by tears, sick of wrong doing and pain. There are no heroes, we’re doomed to burn.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
