[Verse 1: Rustage]
We can not be judged for what we dream for
Venom seeping in throughout the lies and all the sweet talk
Living in a whirlwind, I can't handle all the G force
Lost amongst the waves, and it's been ages since I've seen shore
There's no turning back when a decision has been made
Every prize will have the price, that's just equivalent exchange
I been grateful for the chance to live on minimum a day
And I've been working like a pig, like this is Spirited Away
I've been digging my own grave, now thе Devil is a part of me
Ripping throughout my arteriеs, every piece like it's RIP
Himeno - how the ghosts of our body can make it hard to breathe
The engine noise is orchestra of atonal harmonies
I rip the chord, I finna flip the board, this life a civil war
We swinging swords, but not been given thought, until I hit the floor
Until I hit the floor, standing at the brink of war
Never stop to question what the fuck we even living for
[Pre-Chorus: Jonathan Young]
Even in death we can not lose ourselves
With every breath I'll see you all in hell
Never forget all of this pain I felt
All that is left is nought but the hand we're dealt
[Chorus: Jonathan Young]
And I'm lost in the night, look 'em deep in the eyes, see the man that I used to be
But I'm not satisfied, I don't care 'bout this life, but I find that I dare to dream
And I'm losing my mind as I look at the time 'cause I'm scared that it's out of reach
And I'm lost in the night, see a dream, go to die 'cause I know that it's not for me
We can not be judged for what we dream for
Venom seeping in throughout the lies and all the sweet talk
Living in a whirlwind, I can't handle all the G force
Lost amongst the waves, and it's been ages since I've seen shore
There's no turning back when a decision has been made
Every prize will have the price, that's just equivalent exchange
I been grateful for the chance to live on minimum a day
And I've been working like a pig, like this is Spirited Away
I've been digging my own grave, now thе Devil is a part of me
Ripping throughout my arteriеs, every piece like it's RIP
Himeno - how the ghosts of our body can make it hard to breathe
The engine noise is orchestra of atonal harmonies
I rip the chord, I finna flip the board, this life a civil war
We swinging swords, but not been given thought, until I hit the floor
Until I hit the floor, standing at the brink of war
Never stop to question what the fuck we even living for
[Pre-Chorus: Jonathan Young]
Even in death we can not lose ourselves
With every breath I'll see you all in hell
Never forget all of this pain I felt
All that is left is nought but the hand we're dealt
[Chorus: Jonathan Young]
And I'm lost in the night, look 'em deep in the eyes, see the man that I used to be
But I'm not satisfied, I don't care 'bout this life, but I find that I dare to dream
And I'm losing my mind as I look at the time 'cause I'm scared that it's out of reach
And I'm lost in the night, see a dream, go to die 'cause I know that it's not for me
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