Born From Pain - Sons Of A Dying World

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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
We are,
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
These are the lives we live…
Sons of a dying world
We are,
Sons of a dying world
We are,
Dying Dying World
We are,
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.
Sons of a dying world
We are,
Sons of a dying world
We are,
Dying Dying World
We are,
Sons of a dying world.