The Death Of...

Rotten brain
Born to suffocate
Delicate frame
Born to mutilate
Fall from grace
Egotistical
Porcelain face
Irreplaceable

Broken arrow
Target out of reach
Fly low sparrow
Practice what you preach
Broken arrow
Target out of reach
Fly low sparrow
Practice what you preach

Burn down the generations
Burn down everything
False crown kings and aces
False crown Your Majesty
Oh

Breaking faking
Attacking all of the Pharisees
One world order
Standing divided like the great sea
In a room of mirrors you're the only one you see
Spread your lies hide your truth
Welcome to the death of me
Breaking faking
Attacking all of the Pharisees
One world order
Standing divided like the great sea
In a room of mirrors you're the only one you see
Spread your lies hide your truth
Welcome to the death of me

Welcome to the death of me
Practice what you preach
Unspoken fallacies
Practice what you preach
And you will see that there is
Nothing, no one, silence
It all fades to darkness

Pharisees
You will see
Enemies
Will not be the death of me

Broken arrow
Target out of reach
Fly low sparrow
Practice what you preach



Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Render
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