Rusted Embrace (Live)
Gazing at the horizon
Lost in a cryptic majesty
Gazing at the horizon, so lost
What have we done, a slowly dying earth
A suffocated wasteland
For convenience and a so called progression
Visions of prophecy
Faces pushed in the earth
Visions of prophecy
So lost
What have we done, a slowly dying earth
A suffocated wasteland
For convenience and a so called progression
Nothing will change
Unless we inflict transition
Praying on bended knees
Closed eyes cannot see
Praying on bended knees
Is there still time?
The sands of time
Are slipping through
Our, our fingers
Is there still time?
Still time
Is there still time?
Gazing at the horizon
Lost in a cryptic majesty
Gazing at the horizon, so lost
What have we done, a slowly dying earth
A suffocated wasteland
For convenience and a so called progression
Nothing will change
Unless we inflict transition
Praying on bended knees
Closed eyes cannot see
Praying on bended knees
Is there still time?
The sands of time
Are slipping through
Our, our fingers
Is there still time?
Still time
Is there still time?
Is there still time?
Is there time?
Burned and raped
In the name of progression
I pray for death, for your release
Lost in a cryptic majesty
Gazing at the horizon, so lost
What have we done, a slowly dying earth
A suffocated wasteland
For convenience and a so called progression
Visions of prophecy
Faces pushed in the earth
Visions of prophecy
So lost
What have we done, a slowly dying earth
A suffocated wasteland
For convenience and a so called progression
Nothing will change
Unless we inflict transition
Praying on bended knees
Closed eyes cannot see
Praying on bended knees
Is there still time?
The sands of time
Are slipping through
Our, our fingers
Is there still time?
Still time
Is there still time?
Gazing at the horizon
Lost in a cryptic majesty
Gazing at the horizon, so lost
What have we done, a slowly dying earth
A suffocated wasteland
For convenience and a so called progression
Nothing will change
Unless we inflict transition
Praying on bended knees
Closed eyes cannot see
Praying on bended knees
Is there still time?
The sands of time
Are slipping through
Our, our fingers
Is there still time?
Still time
Is there still time?
Is there still time?
Is there time?
Burned and raped
In the name of progression
I pray for death, for your release
Credits
Writer(s): Jesse D Leach, Adam Jonathan Dutkiewicz, Mike A D'antonio, Joel Michael Stroetzel
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