Born Too Soon Songtext
von Cryptic Slaughter

Born too soon, and dead the same
Is this the way we all are made?
A path to walk, and nothing more
A fleet of clips, through the door
Life can be a cruel test
The more you change, you like it best
Try to run, but only crawl
Break away into the all
Visions bleak, visions weak
Backs up, ragged, indistinct
Want to live, but you don′t
Want to get out, you won't
Blind to sight, deaf to sound
Change is coming, look around
Blind to sight, deaf to sound
Face the change, stand your ground Blind to sight, deaf to sound
Change is coming, look around
Blind to sight, deaf to sound
Face the change, stand your ground
They always push you back down
You′ve had enough, but still no sound
When will you wake, rise from the grave
Won't be a slave, for another day
For another day
For another day
For another day
Born too soon
Born too soon
Born too soon
And dead the same