Take us to the aftermath
Stray
Don't betray
When the tides they are turning
Stay
From the flames
That they say we're burning
Hoping there's a place for us
A plan to keep the flames at bay
As hope we had would turn to dust
I fear the truth won't set me free
I feel the pulse
I am the pulse
But i
Don't really know you or the bliss you proclaim
Where is the pulse
Are we the pulse
Is it stopping
And when the smoke clears we're left with nothing
We are left with nothing
Bodies will fill the fields i see
Lead us to the aftermath
Fires will signal that we're free
Take us to the aftermath
Wake
And escape
It will leave you nothing
Rage
Disengange
And then give it nothing
I feel the pulse
I am the pulse
But i
Don't really know you or the bliss you proclaim
Where is the pulse
Are we the pulse
Is it stopping
And when the smoke clears we're left with nothing
We are left with nothing
Bodies will fill the fields i see
Lead us to the aftermath
Fires will signal that we're free
Take us to the aftermath
Will i remain
Breathe in again
Will i remain
This is our last day
Our last day
Bodies will fill the fields i see
Lead us to the aftermath
Fires will signal that we're free
Bring us to the aftermath
Defecto - Aftermath Lyrics
Defecto - Aftermath Lyrics
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Take us to the aftermath
Stray
Don't betray
When the tides they are turning
Stay
From the flames
That they say we're burning
Hoping there's a place for us
A plan to keep the flames at bay
As hope we had would turn to dust
I fear the truth won't set me free
I feel the pulse
I am the pulse
But i
Don't really know you or the bliss you proclaim
Where is the pulse
Are we the pulse
Is it stopping
And when the smoke clears we're left with nothing
We are left with nothing
Bodies will fill the fields i see
Lead us to the aftermath
Fires will signal that we're free
Take us to the aftermath
Wake
And escape
It will leave you nothing
Rage
Disengange
And then give it nothing
I feel the pulse
I am the pulse
But i
Don't really know you or the bliss you proclaim
Where is the pulse
Are we the pulse
Is it stopping
And when the smoke clears we're left with nothing
We are left with nothing
Bodies will fill the fields i see
Lead us to the aftermath
Fires will signal that we're free
Take us to the aftermath
Will i remain
Breathe in again
Will i remain
This is our last day
Our last day
Bodies will fill the fields i see
Lead us to the aftermath
Fires will signal that we're free
Bring us to the aftermath
Stray
Don't betray
When the tides they are turning
Stay
From the flames
That they say we're burning
Hoping there's a place for us
A plan to keep the flames at bay
As hope we had would turn to dust
I fear the truth won't set me free
I feel the pulse
I am the pulse
But i
Don't really know you or the bliss you proclaim
Where is the pulse
Are we the pulse
Is it stopping
And when the smoke clears we're left with nothing
We are left with nothing
Bodies will fill the fields i see
Lead us to the aftermath
Fires will signal that we're free
Take us to the aftermath
Wake
And escape
It will leave you nothing
Rage
Disengange
And then give it nothing
I feel the pulse
I am the pulse
But i
Don't really know you or the bliss you proclaim
Where is the pulse
Are we the pulse
Is it stopping
And when the smoke clears we're left with nothing
We are left with nothing
Bodies will fill the fields i see
Lead us to the aftermath
Fires will signal that we're free
Take us to the aftermath
Will i remain
Breathe in again
Will i remain
This is our last day
Our last day
Bodies will fill the fields i see
Lead us to the aftermath
Fires will signal that we're free
Bring us to the aftermath
Writer: Frederik Møller, Mikkel Christensen, Nicklas Sonne, Thomas Bartholin
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Performed By: Defecto
Length: 4:12
Written by: Frederik Møller, Mikkel Christensen, Nicklas Sonne, Thomas Bartholin