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Fit For A King

Times Like This

 

Times Like This

(álbum: The Hell We Create - 2022)


Let's go!

I can see the hatred
I can see the void behind their eyes
It's conquer and divide
A war on our lives
They won't stop
They won't stop 'til nothing's left

Self righteous liars
All the chaos they've created
A world on fire with nowhere to hide

We're safe and sound in a whirlwind, fueling the fiction of who we are
We make our beds in a wildfire and swear it's for the best
We're marching towards the end of times like this

This great divide is fracturing our minds
Where fear and pain collide
In the age, in the age of self destruction

Self righteous liars
All the chaos they've created
A world on fire with nowhere to hide
We're safe and sound in a whirlwind, fueling the fiction of who we are
We make our beds in a wildfire and swear it's for the best
We're marching towards the end of times like this

When our scars have healed and our wounds are sewn
We'll rise together
When our scars have healed and our wounds are sewn
We'll rise together

We will rip you from your throne

Piles of hypocrites climbing to the top
Crawl from within til your skin rots
Piles of hypocrites climbing to the top
Crawl from within til your skin rots

We're safe and sound in a whirlwind, fueling the fiction of who we are
We make our beds in a wildfire and swear it's for the best
We're marching towards the end of times like this

We're marching towards the end of times like this

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