It may be
It may be tragedy
In the end its fate
It may be tragedy
In the end its fate
Is this is all manifest
Or is the god's detest?
Cursed and defiled
Progression seems so vile
Purpose or neglect
Time turns with counter disrespect
Am I meant to be here?
Or did I wind up against the grain
Societal mundane in sues the pain
Focusing my hate for the machine
In peaceful retaliation
Destines a dream to become a nightmare
Assassination, crucifixion, power hungry addiction
Working class leaders now targets
Line the shooting range for the new world order
Line the shooting range for the new world order
Right place right time, right?
Right place right time
More like a moral mans decline
Crowned kings, gate keepers, genocide!
Genocidal thirst seekers
Hold the key to the garden of Eden
It rots from the inside out
Hold the key to the garden of Eden
It rots from the inside out
The dawn of Armageddon will leave a desolate drought
Where the wretched ones of this earth
Return to the ground, without a sound
Yet souls scream for they didn't expect
For an ending to begin again
With new ideals and new idols
The world bitter washes the stain of idles
Reborn, decay, death, dismay
It may be
Hexed from the Womb - Power Crucifixion Lyrics
Hexed from the Womb - Power Crucifixion Lyrics
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It may be
It may be tragedy
In the end its fate
It may be tragedy
In the end its fate
Is this is all manifest
Or is the god's detest?
Cursed and defiled
Progression seems so vile
Purpose or neglect
Time turns with counter disrespect
Am I meant to be here?
Or did I wind up against the grain
Societal mundane in sues the pain
Focusing my hate for the machine
In peaceful retaliation
Destines a dream to become a nightmare
Assassination, crucifixion, power hungry addiction
Working class leaders now targets
Line the shooting range for the new world order
Line the shooting range for the new world order
Right place right time, right?
Right place right time
More like a moral mans decline
Crowned kings, gate keepers, genocide!
Genocidal thirst seekers
Hold the key to the garden of Eden
It rots from the inside out
Hold the key to the garden of Eden
It rots from the inside out
The dawn of Armageddon will leave a desolate drought
Where the wretched ones of this earth
Return to the ground, without a sound
Yet souls scream for they didn't expect
For an ending to begin again
With new ideals and new idols
The world bitter washes the stain of idles
Reborn, decay, death, dismay
It may be
It may be tragedy
In the end its fate
It may be tragedy
In the end its fate
Is this is all manifest
Or is the god's detest?
Cursed and defiled
Progression seems so vile
Purpose or neglect
Time turns with counter disrespect
Am I meant to be here?
Or did I wind up against the grain
Societal mundane in sues the pain
Focusing my hate for the machine
In peaceful retaliation
Destines a dream to become a nightmare
Assassination, crucifixion, power hungry addiction
Working class leaders now targets
Line the shooting range for the new world order
Line the shooting range for the new world order
Right place right time, right?
Right place right time
More like a moral mans decline
Crowned kings, gate keepers, genocide!
Genocidal thirst seekers
Hold the key to the garden of Eden
It rots from the inside out
Hold the key to the garden of Eden
It rots from the inside out
The dawn of Armageddon will leave a desolate drought
Where the wretched ones of this earth
Return to the ground, without a sound
Yet souls scream for they didn't expect
For an ending to begin again
With new ideals and new idols
The world bitter washes the stain of idles
Reborn, decay, death, dismay
It may be
Writer: Paul Gorman
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid