Alta - Brostory | Текст песни

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This house is now burning, world no longer turning.
We’re stranded, all sinning, wagering quitting.
We look at the dead, alive our heads.
The closure we need not planted like seeds.

No oxygen left, we look at what’s left.
In our homes, in our lives, reflecting on both sides.
Like flowers not blooming. The hell are we doing.
Just living with no need. No air, to feed, us.

The Lies, they are feeding. It seems like we’re needing.
Marching, the passage of fire. These wishes, wrong to desire.

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