Architects - Alpha Omega (Instrumental Cover) | Текст песни

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The Son of God
Hangman's pawn control our lives
With fairtytales and shallow lies.

You say we'll burn in hell.
Spiteful preacher, I know you well.

Desperation breathes and follows you home,
Just look around, you're not alone.

One life. One chance. The world in front of me.

Intelligent design.
Sending shivers down my spine.
Cells mutate and divide,
What a sadistic intention.

No light, no dark. No ups, no downs.
I'll find peace, buried in the ground.
The lights go out, the fuse has blown,
No heaven or hell to bring me home.

You say we'll burn in hell.
Spiteful preacher, I know you well.

Desperation breathes and follows you home,
Just look around, you're not alone.

One life. One chance. The world in front of me.

Another division to tear us apart.
Try to fill that hole inside your heart.

Another division to tear us apart.
Try to fill that hole inside your heart.

Son of God, son in the sky.
If you could speak, I'm sure you'd say:
"There's more to me than meets the eye. There's more to me, There's more to me! "

Son of God, son in the sky.
If you could speak, I'm sure you'd say:
"There's more to me than meets the eye. There's more to me, There's more to me! "

Let me say my decency comes from inside.
Just human heart, a decent mind,
We all slip up from time to time.

Let me say my decency comes from inside.
Just human heart, a decent mind.
We all slip up from time to time.


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