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All for None
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World
All for None was released on May 26, 2017 by RAMBO as a part of the album Black at Heart
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Release DateMay 26, 2017
LabelRAMBO
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sarea
Sarea
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Johan Axelsson
Johan Axelsson
Songwriter
Martin Persson
Martin Persson
Songwriter

Lyrics

We are the voice of the few
The wearied left unspoken
We are the old and the new
The beaten and the broken
We are the sad and the scorned
The spectre in the closet
We are the unwanted, born
The reaper at the doorstep
We're the pain you feel inside
The heartless and never-ending
We're the ones you cast aside
We are the ones on the run
The legion of the fallen
We are the second to none
The risen from the calling
We're the pain you feel inside
The heartless and never-ending
We're the ones you cast aside
We're the pain you feel inside
The heartless and never-ending
We're the ones you cast aside
(The ones you cast aside)
Destined to fall, bringer of pain
Cursed, we'll be haunted by the game
Misunderstood, wounded and sore
Scatter the beaten down right to the core
We are the heroes of none
The soldiers of misfortune
We are the wars never won
The ones you know that's hurt you
We are the itch in your brain
Scratch mark in your heart
We are the perfect machine
The ones you tear apart
We're the pain you feel inside
The heartless and never-ending
We're the ones you cast aside
(The ones you cast aside)
We're the pain you feel inside
The heartless and never-ending
We're the ones you cast aside
(The ones you cast aside)
Destined to fall, bringer of pain
Cursed, we'll be haunted by the game
Misunderstood, wounded and sore
Scatter the beaten down right to the core
We are the lost without a name
We are the outcast, outcast shame
He's got the brain of a deep worm, a maggot beside mine
Don't you see what it means?
Power, power to rule, to make the world grovel at my feet
Power to walk into the gold vaults of the rich
Destined to fall, bringer of pain
Cursed, we'll be haunted by the game
Misunderstood, wounded and sore
Scatter the beaten down right to the core
We are the lost without a name
We are the outcast, outcast shame
Written by: Johan Axelsson, Martin Persson
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