Stig. C. Miller - Rising Son | Текст песни

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I slept under my coat
and watched the stars burn out
lost friends of the road
I carry with me
and now those days are done
wheels of necessity
but I won't let them
get they're hooks in me

And everyday the mask is slipping
behold the ugly face of truth
that lies beneath
and over time
they want us begging
to rub our noses in the twisted narrative
I move amongst them
but they don't see me
they are not dumb just numb
we move in different frequencies

Im a rising son , Im a rising son ,back from oblivion

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