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...
Writer/s: Born From Pain
