We don't need the sun to shine on us
Artificial light is pure enough
Let the tower rise to never rust
Stand long after we return to dust
There's no reason to look to the sky
All creation is condemned to die
Let the oceans rise up to our eyes
'Til holy fire comes to purify
Raise the shells in the name of seclusion
Self-made gods, enthroned in our own mind
Luminous spectacle against the skyline
Monument to our prideful kind
Archetype of a spiteful lie
Heaven's in the sky, blacking out the sun
Ascension of the tide, the ending has begun
In the hills we cannot hide, to the mountains we can't run
Now hell is on the rise... oh God, what have we done?
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Potmos Hetoimos - Synthetic Eclipse Lyrics
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We don't need the sun to shine on us
Artificial light is pure enough
Let the tower rise to never rust
Stand long after we return to dust
There's no reason to look to the sky
All creation is condemned to die
Let the oceans rise up to our eyes
'Til holy fire comes to purify
Raise the shells in the name of seclusion
Self-made gods, enthroned in our own mind
Luminous spectacle against the skyline
Monument to our prideful kind
Archetype of a spiteful lie
Heaven's in the sky, blacking out the sun
Ascension of the tide, the ending has begun
In the hills we cannot hide, to the mountains we can't run
Now hell is on the rise... oh God, what have we done?
Artificial light is pure enough
Let the tower rise to never rust
Stand long after we return to dust
There's no reason to look to the sky
All creation is condemned to die
Let the oceans rise up to our eyes
'Til holy fire comes to purify
Raise the shells in the name of seclusion
Self-made gods, enthroned in our own mind
Luminous spectacle against the skyline
Monument to our prideful kind
Archetype of a spiteful lie
Heaven's in the sky, blacking out the sun
Ascension of the tide, the ending has begun
In the hills we cannot hide, to the mountains we can't run
Now hell is on the rise... oh God, what have we done?
Writer: Matt Matheson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid