Текст песни Hitwood - Where Unreality Becomes True (Feat. Rikk Wolf)

Текст:

The sentence, the last grace A plane where unreality becomes true This spectrum, our last hope The only way to restore this withered world As you’ve seen, so you demand The proof of our innocence Are the bonds that we withstand Time The fabric does weaken This hope A prism, a beacon Illuminate this new born world By the funeral pyre of the old Reset the clock on mankind The hour hand the hammer, the minute the nail I know what they believe Placing trust in hollow dreams Unspoken lies that do deceive Born of scorn and false regimes Tell some lies to me We now bathe in starlight This romance births a chance to put up a fight Extinguish our despair The clock does sound and we’re cosmically unbound As I scream in my defense The proof of my innocence Is the enslavement at your hands Time The fabric does weaken This hope A prism, a beacon Illuminate this new born world By the funeral pyre of the old Reset the clock on mankind The hour hand a razor, the minute our wrist Our time’s up I know what they want to hear Playing political puppeteer Unspoken lies that do deceive Born of scorn and false regimes Tell some lies to me

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