Текст песни
Headwind
Steep hills
I'm deadbeat
It ain't easy to feel what I feel
I accept my defeat
New life, clean slate
Fracking in hell for the fuel for my hate
Out of pure spite
I won't bring the light
My church is built on fiction and lies
Let the dead march on
Let me wage war against God
I believe there will be no afterlife for me
A cold, empty space is all there is left to see
I gotta breathe, gotta heal to the requiem of dreams
As I turn into the monster that I was always meant to be
Headwind
Steep hills
I'm deadbeat
It ain't easy to dream what I dream
I'm waving my fate lost in a haze
A slave to a life that will be my death
Out of pure spite
I won't bring the light
My church is built on fiction and lies
Let the dead march on
Let me wage war against God
I believe there will be no afterlife for me
A cold, empty space is all there is left to see
I gotta breathe, gotta heal to the requiem of dreams
As I turn into the monster that I was always meant to be
I exist to remind you that your instincts will guide you
The only thing you will find in existence is lies
And indifference to spite you
I believe there will be no afterlife for me
A cold, empty space is all there is left to see
I gotta breathe, gotta heal to the requiem of dreams
As I turn into the monster that I was always meant to be
I exist to remind you that your instincts will guide you
The only thing you will find in existence is lies
And indifference to spite you