歌词

The walls around you start to distort Can't decide what they even support The outcome is out of your control It's hard to create when fortune favors the cold Fortune only favors the cold! Embrace the taste of desperation The lasting bitterness of hope Focus on a new fixation Finish tightening the threads for your rope Cave in! Fold! Cave in! Don't try to shape the mold Embrace the choke of your creation The lasting sore on your tongue Destroy the make of your foundation Feel it slice through your lungs The outcome is out of your control Fortune only favors the cold! Don't try to shape the mold You're too weak to defy the fold Cave in
Writer(s): Adam Easterling, Austin Evans, Mike White, Shiloh Krebs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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