Wasteland
Dead By Wednesday
Ice on the cliff is falling, through the tension rising beneath the clouds
The time has come to release the fear inside
I cant go on
Ive broke the walls of my insanity
I can't remember when I felt Alive
Play as the Savior of my nightmares, that the gentle sound will call on the followers
To fill the void
We returned to the wasteland
Thats Buried and Dead
We returned to the Wasteland
I don't care what you say
All that you've said to me.
Just to frighten me?
Well guess what?!...
Cause I don't give a FUCK!
Cause this is our time
And we've got something to say
You try and hold us down.
In a pile of dust you will lay
The dam has broken down
Let the water wash it away
And return the dark sound.
My memory,
Passes through my sands of time
I can't remember when you called out my name
And now its been so long..
How can I even remember the thrill, of the stage
Now cry with me
We returned to the wasteland
Thats Buried and Dead
We returned to the Wasteland
Only through piles of dust and ashes we shall return to the land that was taken from us. The land of remarkable beauty with sounds and feelings of wonder. only one could ever dream of. Is this not worth fighting for? The freedom to hear your feelings? The freedom for others to hear? For all to feel?
This Gentle Sound
Brings Mountains Down
This place of silence
Shall be ignited
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Wasteland
Dead By Wednesday
Ice on the cliff is falling, through the tension rising beneath the clouds
The time has come to release the fear inside
I cant go on
Ive broke the walls of my insanity
I can't remember when I felt Alive
Play as the Savior of my nightmares, that the gentle sound will call on the followers
To fill the void
We returned to the wasteland
Thats Buried and Dead
We returned to the Wasteland
I don't care what you say
All that you've said to me.
Just to frighten me?
Well guess what?!...
Cause I don't give a FUCK!
Cause this is our time
And we've got something to say
You try and hold us down.
In a pile of dust you will lay
The dam has broken down
Let the water wash it away
And return the dark sound.
My memory,
Passes through my sands of time
I can't remember when you called out my name
And now its been so long..
How can I even remember the thrill, of the stage
Now cry with me
We returned to the wasteland
Thats Buried and Dead
We returned to the Wasteland
Only through piles of dust and ashes we shall return to the land that was taken from us. The land of remarkable beauty with sounds and feelings of wonder. only one could ever dream of. Is this not worth fighting for? The freedom to hear your feelings? The freedom for others to hear? For all to feel?
This Gentle Sound
Brings Mountains Down
This place of silence
Shall be ignited
Dead By Wednesday
Ice on the cliff is falling, through the tension rising beneath the clouds
The time has come to release the fear inside
I cant go on
Ive broke the walls of my insanity
I can't remember when I felt Alive
Play as the Savior of my nightmares, that the gentle sound will call on the followers
To fill the void
We returned to the wasteland
Thats Buried and Dead
We returned to the Wasteland
I don't care what you say
All that you've said to me.
Just to frighten me?
Well guess what?!...
Cause I don't give a FUCK!
Cause this is our time
And we've got something to say
You try and hold us down.
In a pile of dust you will lay
The dam has broken down
Let the water wash it away
And return the dark sound.
My memory,
Passes through my sands of time
I can't remember when you called out my name
And now its been so long..
How can I even remember the thrill, of the stage
Now cry with me
We returned to the wasteland
Thats Buried and Dead
We returned to the Wasteland
Only through piles of dust and ashes we shall return to the land that was taken from us. The land of remarkable beauty with sounds and feelings of wonder. only one could ever dream of. Is this not worth fighting for? The freedom to hear your feelings? The freedom for others to hear? For all to feel?
This Gentle Sound
Brings Mountains Down
This place of silence
Shall be ignited
Writer: AIDAN SCOTT LAWRENCE
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave