What shall save us now?
We pass our strain, thinking goodbye,
but always death before us.
Grandson of Veld,
I should've known him most way,
strong as noctis stand.
Our youth has no past,
villainous and soft-hearted.
We all live to try
but in an army they die.
His soul,
been in a cold since like a fit of perspiration.
Flesh and blood are mine,
hear the roar of fear
and I swear I hear it loud and clear.
Death only had the power
and the victims were fears
and man that old fag got a lot of chop.
Developed leisure
mentally compound
where lies
I'm gonna get out,
cuz This world's not mine
Sometimes I feel conflict When it can't become mine
I'm gonna get out, cuz This world's not mine
So much of us have died Here for us,
some have died
One world without mine World without chance
With you
So much of us inside of the things
that can go with the blood going on
One world, still be here, not anyone
And I'm fuckin' tired
We're a drink for the job We're slaves of time
To the long days,
to the long hours We're leads of pain,
so why?
Let's pass the buck before we die We're the last of us,
we're the last of us
So tonight we must die Before it's too late
Sometimes while prayers are an axle we're Held right tough
As long as you don't bargain,
compile War is one lifetime,
of course
This world's not mine.
Sometimes my throat cries.
But every time we go by,
I'm more like a dead old ghost.
This world's not mine.
Let's go over to the
We'll let them take our cause
That's not what they're...