It reaps your soul
It won't leave you alone
It runs through everything
It ravages hope
Believe these words
Can't escape your curse
You keep on treading water
Taking a turn for the worst
Bleeding through the blanching skin you're
Offering the Gods your name
Bound to see the sunrise fading
The everlasting flame
No, it ain't your time
To waste another miracle
Can you read the signs?
Your burden isn't biblical
All that fire inside
Transcending from the physical
You are damned but alive
Already reached the pinnacle
It's a relentless chase
For the apocalyptic sake
It's paved the road
For your ancient pain
To serve and protect
Your own neglect
You're falling free
And in his heaven he wept
Bleeding through the blanching skin you're
Offering the Gods your name
Bound to see the sunrise fading
The everlasting flame
No, it ain't your time
To waste another miracle
Can you read the signs?
Your burden isn't biblical
All that fire inside
Transcending from the physical
You are damned but alive
Already reached the pinnacle
A never dying stigma
It shuts you down
and let you sleep
It reaps your soul
It won't leave you alone
It runs through everything
It ravages hope
Believe these words
Can't escape your curse
You keep on treading water
Taking a turn for the worst
Illuminating dreams of nowhere
The darkest way to conquer your regime
No, it ain't your time
To waste another miracle
Can you read the signs?
Your burden isn't biblical
Your burden isn't biblical
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Susitinka ziemkentys, jarube ir aruodas.
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