Текст и слова песни Born From Pain – Sons Of A Dying World
This is a time of do or die.
Bred on hate.
Facing fate
When it comes fast...
It comes down hard.
Trapped in fear
Trappd in despair.
Future"s dark, heading nowhere
As the pressure builds.
My will is hard
These are the lives we live...
Sons of a dying world
This ain"t the world I knew.
Distilled, corrupted truth.
It"s pure survival.
Nothing like it should...
Lost in a dying world...
Born to survival.
Nothing like it could...
Bred on hate.
Facing fate
When it comes fast...
It comes down hard.
Trapped in fear
Trappd in despair.
Future"s dark, heading nowhere
As the pressure builds.
My will is hard
These are the lives we live...
Sons of a dying world
This ain"t the world I knew.
Distilled, corrupted truth.
It"s pure survival.
Nothing like it should...
Lost in a dying world...
Born to survival.
Nothing like it could...
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