Home ๐ŸŽฌ Bollywood ๐ŸŽต Pakistani ๐ŸŽค English Pop

Nomad

๐Ÿ‘ค Pupil Slicer โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Fleshwork โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 4:25
๐ŸŽต 908 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:25 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 24624682

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

To sit idly by
And usher in a future of hate and decay
To sit idly by
And watch as humanity sets itself aflame

What does it mean to be real
If a right to live is settled on feel?
A lifetime spent naive
To the malice of pure greed

So I run
In this logarithmic wasteland
The desert of unreal
So deemed unworthy
Stripping flesh from the bone
Again and again and again
Tyranny thirsts
Every time's the same, it's always fame

So I run
In this logarithmic wasteland
Survival is faceless

What does it mean to be real
If a right to live is settled on feel?
A lifetime spent naive
To the malice of pure greed

The adages gone of mistrust and betrayal
With promises made, now to lie and assail
The truth is dead and its bones are but dust
A corpse long forgotten in a world made of rust

Billions of miles of wire
This ceaselessly stoking fire
How did we come to this?
How many will we miss?
How many will we miss?

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:33.29] To sit idly by
[00:37.38] And usher in a future of hate and decay
[00:44.10] To sit idly by
[00:48.39] And watch as humanity sets itself aflame
[00:56.16] What does it mean to be real
[01:00.15] If a right to live is settled on feel?
[01:04.89] A lifetime spent naive
[01:07.80] To the malice of pure greed
[01:17.14] So I run
[01:20.01] In this logarithmic wasteland
[01:26.66] The desert of unreal
[01:32.40] So deemed unworthy
[01:35.17] Stripping flesh from the bone
[01:37.89] Again and again and again
[01:41.45] Tyranny thirsts
[01:44.01] Every time's the same, it's always fame
[01:54.52] So I run
[01:57.59] In this logarithmic wasteland
[02:04.21] Survival is faceless
[02:11.02] What does it mean to be real
[02:15.30] If a right to live is settled on feel?
[02:19.94] A lifetime spent naive
[02:22.75] To the malice of pure greed
[02:30.41]
[02:53.71] The adages gone of mistrust and betrayal
[02:58.13] With promises made, now to lie and assail
[03:02.72] The truth is dead and its bones are but dust
[03:07.15] A corpse long forgotten in a world made of rust
[03:11.57]
[03:30.92] Billions of miles of wire
[03:35.17] This ceaselessly stoking fire
[03:39.90] How did we come to this?
[03:44.50] How many will we miss?
[03:54.25] How many will we miss?
[03:59.49]

โญ Rate These Lyrics

โ˜†โ˜†โ˜†โ˜†โ˜†
Average: 0.0/5 โ€ข 0 ratings