Isla3 Songtext
von Rival Waves

Inhale
The vastness in a vacuum
Take in
The oblivion of it all

One last dance
With all we could become
Complacency abounds as we
Grow weary with the parts
We choose to play

Ill-starred, embattled we have come
To a point where nothing fair is won
A fate cast like god′s dice we are hurled
To push back the wicked in this world

We're born
Into a world of privilege
Firmly on the backs of all
Whoever came before


As others
Risk life and love to get here
Denied by hate
And the same mistakes
That we′re destined to repeat along the way

Ill-starred, embattled we have come
To a point where nothing fair is won
A fate cast, like god's dice we are hurled
To dance through the pain found in this world

(In this world)
(In this world)
(In this world)

Ill-starred, embattled we have come
To a point where nothing fair is won
A fate cast like god's dice we are hurled
To rise above the evil in this world

In this world

In this world

In this world