City of Ghosts - This Wounded World [vk.com/post_hc] | Текст песни

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This is our apocalypse
The perfect moment to play the martyr
When rained down in arrogance
We built this on our own
This fire fills our lungs
Will we ever find the end of this?

And over time, we play this over and over
With every breath we take
And over time, we play this over and over
Is this the way that we will always live?

I have contemplated this
It's easy to resist the product of this broken gift
Will we sink or sail this ship?
Will we ever see the end of this?

And over time, we play this over and over
With every breath we take
And over time, we play this over and over
Is this the way that we will live?

Without these lungs to breathe
It’s alright, it’s alright
It's not air we need
It’s alright, it’s alright

Will we ever breathe again?

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