Delo Truda - Realms | Текст песни

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when we play their games we’re lost in her arms / blasted demons, burning the haven /now we sing songs that weave tales of desperation / hard to show sympathy in the face of a write off /

it can’t be so tough, it’s so tough to get everyone right with one checkmark / otherwise they will shoot you down and mutilate an angel / so that true horns and crimson eyes can get their next contract

this can’t be life, we can’t be living / this can’t be life, hearts can’t be beating / we weren’t meant to hate one another over the course of a conversation

now nothing rots but everything decays into one hedonistic dream / a dream that killed kings and turned the queen into a whore

this can’t be life, hearts can’t be beating to live and die in the moment / to find past mistakes again and again

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