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Aviators - Red Water Dreams (Acoustic Rock)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aviators
Aviators
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Tyler Shaw
Tyler Shaw
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Shaw
Tyler Shaw
Songwriter

Letra

Take me to the water Where the river meets the sea Let the memory of rising tide Come washing over me I saw fire consume the trusting With the victims still naive And so they bleed And so they bleed Take me to the tower Where false gods reside in peace Let them wither from the inside Watch their adoration cease Now with no more heroes left To cull the chaff among the streets The gates release The gates release Sing in grief, a requiem The curse of our millennium These souls keep whispering from the river beds The end to all these violent means Alive in these red water dreams Their haunted burdens stirring in my head On streets still running red Vicious thoughts are stirring And I hunger for their power Just to taste the opportunity To watch the elders cower When the waters fall below the ruins They'll see their final hour But rain still showers The rain still showers Take me as the vessel To infect the whole charade I've come much too far to accept This society they've made In the corner of the wasteland Under storms of acid rain The last remain The last remain Sing in grief, a requiem The curse of our millennium These souls keep whispering from the river beds The end to all these violent means Alive in these red water dreams Their haunted burdens stirring in my head On streets still running red On streets still running red Most went in the flood A few were martyred by the flames Yet those who unleashed the waters Are still guilty all the same When the ignorance of puppets Serves the master's larger game They let it rain They let it rain When I gain the chance to rise I'll find the light in their cold eyes Or lose myself and carry out revenge The righteous hunt has just begun The dimming of the bleeding sun Will let these waters run clear once again Sing in grief, a requiem The curse of our millennium These souls keep whispering from the river beds The end to all these violent means Alive in these red water dreams Their haunted burdens stirring in my head On streets still running red
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