Inevitable Songtext
von Dynahead
Inevitable Songtext
Look at paradise
It′s all there, holding on
For you to avail
All that was left behind by you and me
Is now on the soil shrouded in decay
You have the means
You do have the means
But have no ends in the close
And today that blurs future and past
It holds hold of sensations willing
To every touch with one soft flesh
Covered in stones of bones
America, we share the same blood
Our marrow is the same but we don't want it to be
Living a fable in our own minds
We faced the choice of life but we chose not to be
We love our own songs
We mark our own seeds
We stab our own hopes
And we look away
What we mean
We could ever long
For a light beam to shine upon our failed
Intuition and system
Your eternal water source
It′s boiling the land with castles
Of grief and great chains of sermons
America, we share the same blood
Our marrow is the same but we don't want it to be
Living a fable in our own minds
We faced the choice of life but we chose not to be
Look at paradise
It's all there, holding on
For you to avail
All that was left behind by you and me
Is now on the soil shrouded in decay
We love our own songs
We mark our own seeds
We stab our own hopes
And we look away
We love our own songs
We mark our own seeds
We stab our own
It′s all there, holding on
For you to avail
All that was left behind by you and me
Is now on the soil shrouded in decay
You have the means
You do have the means
But have no ends in the close
And today that blurs future and past
It holds hold of sensations willing
To every touch with one soft flesh
Covered in stones of bones
America, we share the same blood
Our marrow is the same but we don't want it to be
Living a fable in our own minds
We faced the choice of life but we chose not to be
We love our own songs
We mark our own seeds
We stab our own hopes
And we look away
What we mean
We could ever long
For a light beam to shine upon our failed
Intuition and system
Your eternal water source
It′s boiling the land with castles
Of grief and great chains of sermons
America, we share the same blood
Our marrow is the same but we don't want it to be
Living a fable in our own minds
We faced the choice of life but we chose not to be
Look at paradise
It's all there, holding on
For you to avail
All that was left behind by you and me
Is now on the soil shrouded in decay
We love our own songs
We mark our own seeds
We stab our own hopes
And we look away
We love our own songs
We mark our own seeds
We stab our own
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