Whispers tell the tale Striking distance to defeat Push so hard to keep sane View the masses so diseased. Violence carries over Find a trace of peace & hide Those content with slowing dying must arise Or they’ll find us all
Enslaved, dead or depraved When the choice is made The martyrs will awake Enslaved, dead or depraved Piled high in an unmarked grave
Freedom lies in the thoughts Far beyond what they’ve been told So at peace are the slaves Who deny imprisoned souls Black clouds of despair loom high so surreal Pure greed stands tall While the rest fucking kneel
They’re enslaved, dead or depraved Now the choice is made So much weakness ingrained Enslaved, dead or depraved Piled high in unmarked grave
This world is bent on breaking us
This world is bent on breaking serve, fear, lose or conquer. This world is bent on breaking us We won’t halt in the path of hardship
Anyone can hold the helm while the sea is calm But can anyone dictate a war while the front line pushes on? Anyone can hold the helm while the sea is calm But can anyone dictate a war while the front line pushes on? Anyone can hold the helm while the sea is calm But can anyone dictate a war while the front line pushes on? Anyone can hold the helm while the sea is calm But can anyone dictate a war while the front line pushes on? Anyone can hold the helm while the sea is calm But can anyone dic...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
