Letras

You prayed to have your name scattered on the lips of the young Now, you claim that it's you on the tips of their tongues And if you're proud of what you had to kill to get your thrill, well I bet it stings to give up everything and realize that they don't want you It's a lonely road where the forgotten go where your misery finds its company Whoa-oh-oh-ow It's a long way down to the sacred ground where the reaper's playing for keeps Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-ow Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-ow The hollow sound is ringing where your heart used to be Have you found that your admiration will never set you free? Get your lies prepared, you're next in line for judgement day, now Aren't you praying, aren't you begging that you're anyone else? It's a lonely road where the forgotten go where your misery finds its company Whoa-oh-oh-ow It's a long way down to the sacred ground where the reaper's playing for keeps Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-ow Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-ow Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-ow Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-ow Well, I bet you're sorry now You did this to yourself Well, I bet you're sorry now Well, aren't you sorry now? It's a lonely road where the forgotten go where your misery finds its company Whoa-oh-oh-ow It's a long way down to the sacred ground where the reaper's playing for keeps It's a lonely road where the forgotten go where your misery finds its company Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-ow It's a long way down to the sacred ground where the reaper's playing for keeps Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-ow Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-ow Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-ow You prayed to have your name scattered on the lips of the young Now, you claim that it's you on the tips of their tongue
Writer(s): Chris Destefano, Tanner Schneider Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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