Wildspeaker - Apex Predator | Текст песни

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• Wildspeaker
• Apex Predator

Sands wearing thin
Cutting circulation
From wrists to beneath bow of chin

Grains of regret
Echo existence squandered

Control as if from G-d
By a force that doesn't exist
Hands of biding time
Leave no resolve to resist

Apex predator leaves us winding
Pregnant with fear
To spend remaining days
Punctuated by red lights
Fighting the sun both ways