More bridges begin to burn.
From the fiery sun, from the darkened skies.
From the deserts that bare no fruit, we are lost to this world.
I would rather see this world, for what it really is.
Thieves and murderers purging, coming in like the wind.
To stand firm; against the tides.
To stand firm; against these storms.
I see a roar, not far from the shore.
Can you feel the rage and the anger?
I can feel the fear in my veins.
I can feel my faith leaving me.
All of those who are alive, have no where else to go.
We have abandoned our love, in the middle of this cold dead world.
A tear escapes because I hold no truth.
I sink my feet deeper into these sands, I will let these waves swallow me whole.
And no one is here to save me, because I have failed myself.
"My life; freedom to all of doubtfulness."
From the fiery sun, from the darkened skies.
From the deserts that bare no fruit, we are lost to this world.
I would rather see this world, for what it really is.
Thieves and murderers purging, coming in like the wind.
To stand firm; against the tides.
To stand firm; against these storms.
I see a roar, not far from the shore.
Can you feel the rage and the anger?
I can feel the fear in my veins.
I can feel my faith leaving me.
All of those who are alive, have no where else to go.
We have abandoned our love, in the middle of this cold dead world.
A tear escapes because I hold no truth.
I sink my feet deeper into these sands, I will let these waves swallow me whole.
And no one is here to save me, because I have failed myself.
"My life; freedom to all of doubtfulness."
"FOR. A. LOT. LESS."
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