The Dread of Hereafter:
Kept keen on the grindstone of pain and necessity,
Watching my shadow overtake me.
It’s tickling me with the sharpest of knives,
Born into freedom we’re wasting our lives.
Days are getting bleak.
We are the tired; but we won’t sleep.
Time will pass us by.
We are the tired; we won’t weep
This is who we are; shades of what we were,
This is who we are.
Where did your God go?
He has left you on your own,
He was never here;
He was never even real.
This here’s a question: answer me!
You’re not half what you meant to be.
Make a move Roll the die,
You can’t hide.
Never Yours, Never mine;
It’s all a lie
Justify
Decadence
Apathy
To the naive, informed by greed, loathe and conspire.
I HAVE NO LOVE FOR…
NO AFFECTION TO BE SHARED…
NOT EVEN MERCY COULD EVER BE COMPARED!
WE HAVE OUR FREEDOM, WE NEVER FOUGHT FOR.
If you lack your desired, Pray for it more!
And if you still haven’t found it, Pray for it more!
Til’ you’ve spent your whole life with your knees on the floor.
This is your last chance, Get on the floor!
And if you still haven’t found it, Get on the fucking floor!
Til’ you’ve spent your whole life with your knees on the floor.
Reach out, take this moment, and make it yours.
This is your last chance, Don’t waste it all.
Let’s start again, with our heads held low,
Let’s start again with no scars from the past,
They’re holding us back X2.
