क्रेडिट्स
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
OBKATIEKAT
Songwriter
गाने
Cut down the altar!
Visionaire and deepest fake
Dirty gold, the colors change
Hands are frozen, feel no pain
I just wanna hold the flame
Negative feedback loop
I'm spinning out of control
The sickly sweetness is crushing me
But I wanna know
If there's no heat when I escalate, the fire is cold
They echo, "This could all be yours"
Feel the weight of a martyr
It could all be yours if you echo birds of prey
Traitor cut down the altar
It could all be yours
Vultures circling the flame!
Nothing sacred, nothing lost
When birds of prey invade my thoughts
They promise I will feel the pain
Not strong enough to hold the flame
Negative feedback loop!
I'm spinning out of control!
The sickly sweetness is crushing me
But I wanna know
If there's no heat when I escalate, the fire is cold!
They echo, "This could all be yours"
Feel the weight of a martyr
It could all be yours if you echo birds of prey
Traitor cut down the altar
It could all be yours
Vultures circling the flame!
I held the power of a dying sun!
I climb the altar and I claim my place as God!
Circle with me!
Circle with me!
This could all be yours!
Feel the weight of a martyr
It could all be yours if you echo birds of prey
Traitor cut down the altar
It could all be yours
Vultures circling the flame
Feel the weight of a martyr
A traitor watching me as!
Birds of prey never falter!
This could all be yours!
This could all be yours!
Blegh!
Circle with me!
Written by: OBKATIEKAT
