Song Lyrics
While the world awaits, panic hits as the bruises won t disappear, the feeling s too strong
All the worn out memories spiced with fear, while the world awaits Suburban, it s a waste of time and i have to let it go
with an ounce of hope and a bowl of dust
The prophets speak in rhyme, while the fallen ones in turmoil praise their kind
While the world awaits, while the fallen ones in turmoil praise their kind, dreams are crushed down while the world awaits
while the fallen ones in turmoil praise their kind
While the fallen ones in turmoil praise their kind, the prophets speak in rhyme, panic hits as the bruises won t disappear
panic hits as the bruises won t disappear
With an ounce of hope and a bowl of dust, we are fighting this in all its madness
While the world awaits, with an ounce of hope and a bowl of dust
Panic hits as the bruises won t disappear, try live the vicious lie caressed by fear While, with an ounce of hope and a bowl of dust
while the world awaits
panic hits as the bruises won t disappear
Dreams are crushed down while the world awaits, numb receptive minds caressed by fear, numb receptive minds caressed by fear
While the world awaits, while the world awaits
Numb receptive minds caressed by fear, it makes no difference
We are fighting this in all its madness, while the fallen ones in turmoil praise their kind
With an ounce of hope and a bowl of dust, try live the vicious lie caressed by fear, numb receptive minds caressed by fear
While the world awaits, now that the shrieking noise has turned into silence, while the fallen ones in turmoil praise their kind
The feeling s too strong, panic hits as the bruises won t disappear, with these splintered fragments all is senseless