Flowing Sand

The truth is so hard to see
Beyond the grey
Tell me what to believe
When I'm just calling out for death's embrace
What hope is there to find
When the hourglass bleeds itself dry?
Someway we must decide
The things to do when we've run out of time
Nothing but hatred to restoke the fire
I can't help but think
That our future's a lie
What hope is there to find
When the hourglass bleeds itself dry?
Someway we must decide
The things to do when we've run out of
TIME!

YOU WILL STAND UP FOR ALL THAT YOU KNOW
COUNT THE GRAINS OF SAND AS YOU GO
YOU MUST TAKE CONTROL AND
LEAVE NO STONE UNTURNED
BREAK FREE FROM THE RESTRAINTS
WITHIN THE BROKEN TOME
TURN THE PAGE, A NEW LEAF
ON YOUR PATH FOR IT IS
NOTHING BUT YOUR OWN



Credits
Writer(s): Alejandro Mesa Guerrero, Gonzalo Hernadez Domene, José Antonio Blanco Zea, Jose Manuel Mesa Guerrero, Rudy Bell Ballett
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