paroles de chanson Quite Dead - Fyrce Muons

You say the time isn't right
Holding decisions in the night
Kicks in the gear of decay
Images tear you that way
When I see mine
Stripped in its' time
You and I die with this deed
Just because named isn't right

Indentured servitude
And a debtor's prison
Of the modern kind
Of the scent of the industry

Storm before calm is a truth
Chasing the light is your ruse
Feeling the charge like a sting
Bending your life it would seem
Relays at night
Half life in time

The mortal flick and bend
The stoop of a long life
Serving the world in a niche
Perhaps not chosen but as bitter inheritance

Cast among stones just a fleck
Divvied in tombs without wrap
Spun from a point in our future
Dust upon dust in the end
A simple fight
A scar on the wall

And then the dreamers we hope and see
They come along once in a while
And then are gone
They lift the wind
And serve an only god