Dying Sun

W.A.S.T.E.

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    Why can't I get over
    This bull shit you pull
    I fucking had it
    I'm at the end of my rope

    Running out of time
    Cutting it short from both ends
    Pulling the weight
    That's stuck to your own neck
    A blurry vision
    Keeps you guessing
    The right way
    With ever seconds
    Falling into madness

    To scared to face
    The fruit of your actions
    The day will come
    Where you wont be able to
    Beg for redo
    Under a lost light
    You will be judged
    By the touch of death

    You're losing all your precious time
    So cross your fingers
    And fucking hope for the best

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    Gripping your feet in the flames
    Ignoring all sources of pain
    To prove that you can
    Find a better way
    A closet filled with bones
    Hiding the truth of your being
    Closing the casket in your face

    Oh what a terrible sight to see
    A last breath no one will see

    Cutting your life at the seems
    When you face the wrath
    Of a dying Sun
    Tell your father I'm not is son

    There is nothing left
    Your life is torn
    Into pieces
    There's no one left
    The dying Sun

    There's nothing above

    Bring down the barricades
    That surrounds your entity
    And let your soul roam free
    Breaking tie with this body
    That you rendered
    Useless with agony
    Liberate the one true object
    That keeps you chained up
    In this misery
    Give us your life back
    You don't need it
    Separate yourself
    And you'll resent
    From this world
    And grant yourself peace
    With nothing above "

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    Composición: Alan Grnja y Waste

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