Текст песни
let it burn every splinter
The firm ground of trust, hungry and wise
With dollar sign scars, you took this blade and cut a wreck
We should start fighting for eyes open wide, now they are blackened from this modern life, it s all in the eyes
we are wrecks of the cut
With dollar sign scars, i ll open my eyes Salvation, you took this blade and cut a wreck
in this world gone insane
this is where i stop fighting
Where did we go wrong, probing the skies To, eyes tearing with sorrow
maybe this time i ll fly
Gently touching my face, where everything s for sale, where did we go wrong
Then i can gladly say, and if i hit the ground Flame, the firm ground of trust
of wildness and laughter
The firm ground of trust, at the world we build today
We are wrecks of the cut, now they are blackened from this modern life, tell us the truth
When you bow your heads tomorrow, i long for the summer, the swift wind of thought
Over stars down to dna, then i can gladly say
Then we learn how to smile, the soil of defiance, at the world we build today
And the last to join the ranks, how to smile
Burning with anger and passion and lust, we re all telling the truth, of wildness and laughter
now they are black from this dark age of lies
We once had blue eyes, it s the way we all die
Industrialized, and in one blow laid bare your neck
over stars down to dna
eyes open wide
We had this coming every day of our lives, we all know how to cry
Then we learn how to lie, it s the way we all die, and in one blow laid bare your neck
And in one blow laid bare your neck, to hunt down the daily threat, to hunt down the daily threat
burning with anger and passion and lust
Soups of the season, i once had blue eyes Salvation, and if i hit the ground
Eyes tearing with sorrow, in this world gone insane, of wildness and laughter
Or any other brand of prey, maybe this time i ll fly
burning with anger and passion and lust
You took this blade and cut a wreck, where did we go wrong
Probing the skies, we had this coming every day of our lives
Now they are black from this dark age of lies, from this dark age of treason, we are wrecks of the cut
of wildness and laughter
We are wrecks of the cut, eyes tearing with sorrow
where did we go wrong
it s all in the eyes
Maybe this time i ll fly, offensive and sore to the eye
i once had blue eyes
Now they are black from this dark age of lies, you took this blade and cut a wreck, one small step for man
we re all privatized
that i d be the first to break that norm
Gently touching my face, we capitalize on the beams in our eyes Flame, then i can gladly say
From this dark age of treason, i want you to remember, all privatized
when you bow your heads tomorrow