I can't see much truth in what's being spoken
I can't see much hope in what lays broken
I can't see much truth in what's being spoken
I can't see much hope in what lays broken
I've seen it many times
prey for that day when you'll leave behind the grey
prey for that day when your feet could walk on different soil
you've felt an omen...
"oh another" I've heard this many times
when I speak, silence
so assured that you could find... I seek it more
prey for that day when you'll leave behind the grey
prey for that day when your feet could walk on different soil
I can't see much truth in what's being spoken
I can't see much hope in what lays broken
prey for that day when you'll leave behind the grey
prey for that day when your feet could walk on different soil
prey for that day when you'll leave behind the grey
prey for that day, and that night you came
you came and saw the earth...
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