[Verse 1]
This world is going under
People forgetting the promise they made
They can't bear
The satisfaction
They put their lives in the hands of fate
[Pre-Chorus]
We lose ourselves in memories
The choices that we made
Won't set us
[Chorus]
Free from this life filled with misery we created
Look towards the skies for the chance to find our way
[Verse 2]
The end is getting closer
The world around me so full of hate
I'll take the soul inside you
You try to breathe but you suffocate
I will (I will)
Strike fear (strike fear)
Through the heart of a blackening show
You'll try to find forgiveness
But it's too late baby, you belong to me
[Pre-Chorus]
We lose ourselves in memories (lose ourselves)
The choices that we made
Won't set us
[Chorus]
Free from this life filled with misery we created
Look towards the skies for the chance to find our way
[Bridge]
We'll pray for the midnight hour
I can't live to be the last one standing
We'll pray for the midnight hour
I can't live to be the last one standing
[Instrumental Break + Guitar Solo]
[Chorus] [x2]
Free from this life filled with misery we created
Look towards the skies for the chance to find our way
Free from this life filled with misery we created
Look towards the skies for the chance to find our way
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