REQVIEM_05
Headwind
Steep hills
I'm deadbeat
It ain't easy to feel what I feel
I accept my defeat
New life, clean slate
Fracking in hell for the fuel for my hate
Out of pure spite
I won't bring the light
My church is built on fiction and lies
Let the dead march on
Let me wage war against God
I believe there will be no afterlife for me
A cold, empty space is all there is left to see
I gotta breathe, gotta heal to the requiem of dreams
As I turn into the monster that I was always meant to be
Headwind
Steep hills
I'm deadbeat
It ain't easy to dream what I dream
I'm waving my fate lost in a haze
A slave to a life that will be my death
Out of pure spite
I won't bring the light
My church is built on fiction and lies
Let the dead march on
Let me wage war against God
I believe there will be no afterlife for me
A cold, empty space is all there is left to see
I gotta breathe, gotta heal to the requiem of dreams
As I turn into the monster that I was always meant to be
I exist to remind you that your instincts will guide you
The only thing you will find in existence is lies
And indifference to spite you
I believe there will be no afterlife for me
A cold, empty space is all there is left to see
I gotta breathe, gotta heal to the requiem of dreams
As I turn into the monster that I was always meant to be
I exist to remind you that your instincts will guide you
The only thing you will find in existence is lies
And indifference to spite you
Steep hills
I'm deadbeat
It ain't easy to feel what I feel
I accept my defeat
New life, clean slate
Fracking in hell for the fuel for my hate
Out of pure spite
I won't bring the light
My church is built on fiction and lies
Let the dead march on
Let me wage war against God
I believe there will be no afterlife for me
A cold, empty space is all there is left to see
I gotta breathe, gotta heal to the requiem of dreams
As I turn into the monster that I was always meant to be
Headwind
Steep hills
I'm deadbeat
It ain't easy to dream what I dream
I'm waving my fate lost in a haze
A slave to a life that will be my death
Out of pure spite
I won't bring the light
My church is built on fiction and lies
Let the dead march on
Let me wage war against God
I believe there will be no afterlife for me
A cold, empty space is all there is left to see
I gotta breathe, gotta heal to the requiem of dreams
As I turn into the monster that I was always meant to be
I exist to remind you that your instincts will guide you
The only thing you will find in existence is lies
And indifference to spite you
I believe there will be no afterlife for me
A cold, empty space is all there is left to see
I gotta breathe, gotta heal to the requiem of dreams
As I turn into the monster that I was always meant to be
I exist to remind you that your instincts will guide you
The only thing you will find in existence is lies
And indifference to spite you
Credits
Writer(s): Filip Thomas Lonnqvist
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