To stand up to, To the infernos burning in the dark, To the ambiguous leaving of the mark, I'll hearken to the sound of the downfall, Knowing this dystopia will have us.
Survived by a bodyless embodiment of hope, Tightens the rope, praying to choke out, The desperation from the masses, Smothered the coals inside the ashes (let me fade), Father of the concept, Murdered the creation, Before it grows into the thing, That sings before it drops the guillotine.
We are overthrown, sing, let the crows bring solace, These words to lead my soul forth, From a mind of sorrow.
Meeting the end with open arms, My ears sharpened by the sound of the downfall.
And it was then, that I saw a place, Where the earth had become our hands, Where the sky became our feet.
Feel the infernos burning in the dark, Fueling the ambigous leaving of the mark, So fucking disenthralled, Disillusioned by the sound of the downfall.
Survived by a bodyless embodiment of hope, Tightens the rope, praying to choke out, The desperation from the masses, Smothered the coals inside the ashes (let me fade), Father of the concept, Murdered the creation, Before it grows into the thing, That sings before it drops the guillotine.
Until it drops the guillotine, What's left of us will be
Survived by a bodyless embodiment of hope, Tightens the rope, praying to choke out, The desperation from the masses, Smothered the coals inside the ashes (let me fade), Father of the concept, Murdered the creation, Before it grows into the thing, That sings before it drops the guillotine.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
