Save all your prayers
Tell me
Who says that you're the one to make them all of million souls all bow at your will
These things will turn to sand as I will grind your bones with might of my hands
You'll turn to dust
At the end of a day
We will see if you even can lay your hands on me
Burn the nations
With a noose around my neck
And all your efforts disappear in me
何も
All your efforts turn to despair
Eradicate all hope that's within
A wall of suffering
Etched into with dying scripture
Counting seconds towards doomsday to come
Reality is so f*cking bleak
Your reality is so out of reach
Mindless efforts
You hate to see it but you'll never be enough
I am inside of your mind like a f*cking pest you hate
Distant - Fleshweaver Lyrics
Distant - Fleshweaver Lyrics
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Save all your prayers
Tell me
Who says that you're the one to make them all of million souls all bow at your will
These things will turn to sand as I will grind your bones with might of my hands
You'll turn to dust
At the end of a day
We will see if you even can lay your hands on me
Burn the nations
With a noose around my neck
And all your efforts disappear in me
何も
All your efforts turn to despair
Eradicate all hope that's within
A wall of suffering
Etched into with dying scripture
Counting seconds towards doomsday to come
Reality is so f*cking bleak
Your reality is so out of reach
Mindless efforts
You hate to see it but you'll never be enough
I am inside of your mind like a f*cking pest you hate
Tell me
Who says that you're the one to make them all of million souls all bow at your will
These things will turn to sand as I will grind your bones with might of my hands
You'll turn to dust
At the end of a day
We will see if you even can lay your hands on me
Burn the nations
With a noose around my neck
And all your efforts disappear in me
何も
All your efforts turn to despair
Eradicate all hope that's within
A wall of suffering
Etched into with dying scripture
Counting seconds towards doomsday to come
Reality is so f*cking bleak
Your reality is so out of reach
Mindless efforts
You hate to see it but you'll never be enough
I am inside of your mind like a f*cking pest you hate
Writer: Alan Grnja, Nouri Yetgin
Copyright: Lyrics © SENTRIC MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © SENTRIC MUSIC