Burn the Illusion
Go ahead, lay your
conceptions down
Spread your, battered wings
and curse the ground
Maybe tomorrow, maybe today
One thing to do before its too late
Burn the illusion that keeps you awake,
To the cold dead heart that lead you astray
Maybe tomorrow,
maybe tomorrow,
maybe today
Suffer in sorrow,
from the cold dead heart that lead you astray.
No more waiting
the truth is unveiled,
The power has overcome
the lies of the frail
(Bring him down!!!)
(Bring him down!!!)
(Bring him down!!!)
(Bring him down!!!)
Maybe tomorrow, maybe today
One thing to do before its too late
Burn the illusion that keeps you awake,
To the cold dead heart that lead you astray
(Bring him down!!!)
(Bring him down!!!)
(Bring him down!!!)
(Bring him down!!!)
Maybe tomorrow, maybe today
One thing to do before it’s too late
Burn the illusion that keeps you awake,
To the cold dead heart that lead you astray
Maybe tomorrow,
maybe tomorrow,
maybe today
Suffer in sorrow,
from the cold dead heart that lead you astray
Maybe tomorrow, maybe today
One thing to do before it’s too late
Burn the illusion that keeps you awake,
To the cold dead heart that lead you astray
Burn the illusion
From the cold dead heart that lead you astray
Autor(es): JILL H. SCOTT, SCOTT SPENCER STORCH, Jill Scott, Scott Storch
