Renegades Those that turn on the masquerade A show for the ages will manifest a soul worth saving The will to test the strength of self
Liberate Separate from the source This dictates the course of thought Yet we struggle to escape Thoughts like bullets and broken wit
I am the radiance, the radiance and the abyss The world can't ask for more It's all that I've got The will to resist
The remedy, a shop bought shield sold to medicate and line my grave Just fucking bury me I try once more The will to test the strength of self
Legacy in the way of progress Lost in all the self made bullshit We struggle to escape The world found hope and it's six feet deep
A nest in the mind of mine and yours Spawns a thought we can not cure Through the day, the soul endures The strength to heal this is mine and yours
Thoughts crippling me I see the end, I repent! I've fallen again Over the edge, Is it fear of the end?
Or a sign of progress In spite of all the self made bullshit The world found hopeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
