Sickened corpses ridden, On the battered ground, Crushed in waves of sound, The wearied wait to be delivered,
Get up,
Every limb has long forgotten, What it's like to feel, Far beyond what's real, In a hellish land left broken,
I can't keep telling myself, All the things I need to hear, I can't shut out the cries, That nobody is left to hear,
All the bodies left to the dirt, Like scraps of paper left to burn,
Though all I know, All the centuries, they end the same, And it's hard to let go, When you lose it all, you can't take the pain, You can't let go, I can't let go, (I can't let go)
Stand up, Try and salvage it, Get to higher ground, Try and make sense of it, If we can take it all back, We can start again, Can't we build something better, When the fires end?
Rage, Boiling in my blood, For the last of us, It's only just begun, Armies laid to rest, No matter the cost Wearing the face of death We'll just keep getting up Getting up
And I bet you'll find no rest, When you're living for the dead, We're the monsters made of men, We'll just keep getting up, Getting up,
Though all I know, All the centuries, they end the same, And it's hard to let go,
Is it why I feel alone? All the things I've done, won't fade away I've never felt less hope, And I can't let go, I won't let goTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
