Deadlights Songtext
von Harvest of Ash

Brittle, carcass, shaming blood and hand
Exist, we persist, in era that restricts

Worlds are tamed, this is what we made
Passing error, off as sane, moral atrophy
Would a lie, would a lie, save our times

We′re born, half blind
Then seek, less sight


We're born, half blind
Then seek, less sight
Dead stop, dead lights
Dead end, our right

Dead lights
Dead lights

Dead lights
Dead lights