For Fear Itself - Act of desperation | Текст песни

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• For Fear Itself
• Act of desperation

So when you said,
We'd be falling to your knees,
You should've known you'd be falling,
Into my clutch.
Into my clutch.

What kind of world do we live in?
It makes it hard to feel,
It makes it hard to see,
When selfishness reigns.

The voice, the blood, the cries,
He can't forget them.
Regret burns down his throat,
Like a vile of scorching acid.

You said we'd fall to our knees,
You thought we'd give it up.

Life ended in cold blood,
Now his arms are wrapped around his spine.
Go back, go back, go back,
He would do it in a second.

Here in our lives,
We're paralyzed,
We'll be judged by our efforts.
Like knives in backs,
His mind is sick,
But with hopes of preservation.

SAY IT LIKE A FUCKING MAN.

I'll make you feel like him.
Nine millimeters of regret.

What kind of world do we live in?
It makes it hard to feel,
It makes it hard to see,
When selfishness reigns.
Our lives are set before us,
Our hearts will overcome us,
Our words will bring down kingdoms,
We will not be your victims.

Give me a reason, give me a reason to pray for all,
In an act of desperation, I've seen them sell their souls,
To a king of divination, I've never come to know,
Come back to realization, that we will have to grow.

Now when you said,
You would never have regrets,
You should've known what you were signing up for.
FALL,
INTO MY CLUTCH,
INTO MY CLUTCH.

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