The Hell We Create
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
This is the hell we create
They go for the throat and take away everything
No mercy for the ones who break their backs
Weak conviction, fragile sovereignty
No hope, bloodshed
Into the fissure
Looking for light down a loaded barrel
Our ending hours are knocking down our door
Running straight into the end, eradication
No more reason to pretend that we can save us
We're dying casually, poisoned by apathy
No one is safe, this is the hell we create
We're throwing fuel onto the fire that's cremating the remains
Of all dreams that gave us meaning, pulled us through another day
Rip the rug out from the people that are hurting just to relish
In the screaming, in the carnage, in their undeserved pain
The age of hope is slipping away, yeah
The roar of silence is deafening
Running straight into the end, eradication
No more reason to pretend that we can save us
We're dying casually, poisoned by apathy
No one is safe, this is the hell we create
An empty conquest
An empty conquest
An empty conquest
We're burning down at both ends
No one is safe (no one is safe)
This is the hell we create (this is the hell we create)
No one is safe (no one is safe)
This is the hell we create (this is the hell we create)
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
This is the hell we create
They go for the throat and take away everything
No mercy for the ones who break their backs
Weak conviction, fragile sovereignty
No hope, bloodshed
Into the fissure
Looking for light down a loaded barrel
Our ending hours are knocking down our door
Running straight into the end, eradication
No more reason to pretend that we can save us
We're dying casually, poisoned by apathy
No one is safe, this is the hell we create
We're throwing fuel onto the fire that's cremating the remains
Of all dreams that gave us meaning, pulled us through another day
Rip the rug out from the people that are hurting just to relish
In the screaming, in the carnage, in their undeserved pain
The age of hope is slipping away, yeah
The roar of silence is deafening
Running straight into the end, eradication
No more reason to pretend that we can save us
We're dying casually, poisoned by apathy
No one is safe, this is the hell we create
An empty conquest
An empty conquest
An empty conquest
We're burning down at both ends
No one is safe (no one is safe)
This is the hell we create (this is the hell we create)
No one is safe (no one is safe)
This is the hell we create (this is the hell we create)
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Fulk, Ryan Kirby, Robert Lynge, Daniel Gailey
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