Run like we're runnin' away from the count down of a time bomb 'till all feeling's gone inside. Fate is chipping away at a stone heart that, in a better day, I would swear was once alive. Familiar cold sensation growing in my soul. Slow acting suffocation swallowing us all.
Collapsing under, we feel the weight of the world, now we can't believe it. So we surrender. We do the only thing we know; we become numb.
War, put on the war paint; ready for battle. It's the conditioning we have trained for all our lives. Hate feels like a good plan until it kills hope, and we remember that no one here gets out alive. The cycle keeps repeating, like echos from the past. If we can stop the bleeding, any day could be our last.
Collapsing under, we feel the weight of the world, now we can't believe it. So we surrender. We do the only thing we know; we become numb.
Gods of perpetual destruction. Gods of perpetual destruction. Waging imaginary wars inside my head. Gods of perpetual destruction.
War, put on the war paint; ready for battle. It's the conditioning we have trained for all our lives. Hate feels like a good plan until it kills hope, and we remember that no one here gets out alive.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
