Металл

Can you see the storm getting closer now? Tell me how it feels being out there A moment’s glimpse of

You carry this weight trying to cover your mistakes To make it seem like nothing could ever break you But

Petrichor, the odor of gods Mighty scent, which overlord lauds When you come our lives begin again Torn by thunder,

Underneath the crushing weight of the world Is someone searching for a purpose Play the part that you’ve been dealt

In a world controlled by fire In a world controlled by fire Psychotic preachers thrive They use the waves to

You said that we would always be friends You said our love would never end But all you gave to

Hear me spit on you, wither I Remold into gold and bury I from sun Reborn, left to sigh Recure,

City lights are calling Slowly coming back to life Speeding in the fast lane Mama let us waste no time

Well met, well met, my own true love Well met, well met, cried he I’ve just returned from the salt,

Once in a lifetime you’ll reach a point Where being a slave is no longer enough Now the time has