Well our! Souls are all mistaken in the same misguided way We all end up forsaken we're just choosing our own way The future now incinerates before our very eyes And leaves us with the emptiness of no more tries
Well our visions of glory have spiraled down the drain The best of our intentions comes crashing down in flames The depths of our despair are unable to contain It's shallow living
The noose is falling And all my friends are crawling The noose is falling And enemies are rising A truth appaling Our maker comes a calling The noose is falling And enemies are rising
Well the traces from a yesteryear are burning in the dust Your bruises are reminders of naiveté and trust You're only feeling stronger coz your bodies getting numb Now I lay you down Put the coins in your eyes and blow the candles out woahoh
The noose is falling And all my friends are crawling The noose is falling And enemies are rising A truth appauling Our maker comes a calling The noose is falling And enemies are rising
The noose is falling And all my friends are crawling The noose is falling And enemies are rising A truth appauling Our maker comes a callen The noose is falling And enemies are rising
No more (no more!) No more (no more!) Nothing! No more (no more!) No more (no more!) Ever! No (no) more! No (no) more!
The noose is falling And all my friends are crawling The noose is falling And enemies are rising A truth appauling Our maker comes a callen The noose is falling And enemies are rising
The noose is falling And all my friends are crawling The noose is falling And enemies are rising
Compositor: Bryan Keith Holland (BMI)Editor: Round Hill Works (BMI)Administração: Warner-tamerlane Publishing Co (BMI)Publicado em 2010 (01/Fev)ECAD verificado obra #24148928 e fonograma #2114783 em 06/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM