Wrythe - On silent wings (Ost Postal 2) | Текст песни

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On morning I opened my eyes to see
That the earth had nothing more to offer me
Serenely awaiting the end
I'm biding my time
Sedating myself
Trying to fly on broken wings
Leaving me frustrated in pure agony
Won't you take me
away on silent wings
Instead I'm condemned
Sedating myself

I am dead
Yet some how I'm still alive
Rotting away from the inside
Trying to fly on
broken wings
Leaving me frustrated in pure agony
Won't you take me away on
silent wings
Instead I'm condemned
Sedating myself

I can hear the Earth
scream
As parasites devour her
And pick her bones clean

Our future's been
taken by theives
Consumed by our father
Devoured by greed
Their fodder we
are to receive
As they reap the riches of our misery
We are welcomed into
the world
With shackles bound to our limbs
And they will say to us
Welcome o slavery

Creation has dealt me lackluster existence
On silent wings take
me way
Take me away


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