The Death of the Past
I'm back to where I started, back to where this all began
When I felt I had the future of the world within my hands
But something's come to take it, something big and something old
That has been around for ages, and it's quietly at home
In deep and darkened shadows where we never dare to peek
And those that pierce that veil will be trapped in hide and seek
Forever being tested, getting close and feeling threatened
For the lack of better words, we are thrown where we are destined
It's an ancient built machine, it is ideas, it is martyrs
It's a relic of the times we had fought for all our brothers
It's grown for generations and gets bigger every second
The destroyer's on its way, and it is worse than you imagine
In open empty daylight where we think that we can see
We string ourselves along in hopes that money doesn't speak
Because words like this have places where they're forced to go and die
God, I hope I live to see the day it's sent into the sky
And I thought I could change the world
And how it kills me to think I've failed
And I thought I could change the world
And how it kills me to think I've failed
And I thought I could change the world
And how it kills me to think I've failed
And I thought I could change the world
And how it kills me to think I've failed
When I felt I had the future of the world within my hands
But something's come to take it, something big and something old
That has been around for ages, and it's quietly at home
In deep and darkened shadows where we never dare to peek
And those that pierce that veil will be trapped in hide and seek
Forever being tested, getting close and feeling threatened
For the lack of better words, we are thrown where we are destined
It's an ancient built machine, it is ideas, it is martyrs
It's a relic of the times we had fought for all our brothers
It's grown for generations and gets bigger every second
The destroyer's on its way, and it is worse than you imagine
In open empty daylight where we think that we can see
We string ourselves along in hopes that money doesn't speak
Because words like this have places where they're forced to go and die
God, I hope I live to see the day it's sent into the sky
And I thought I could change the world
And how it kills me to think I've failed
And I thought I could change the world
And how it kills me to think I've failed
And I thought I could change the world
And how it kills me to think I've failed
And I thought I could change the world
And how it kills me to think I've failed
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Writer(s): Eli John Ollila
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