Pray
by Mindwake
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Rocking horse is running for his life
Hunted, it´s a long and vain strife
In the ruins of memories fallin´ apart
You´re the hunter, you´re the prey, you´re firing your heart
[Refrain]
Just call your name, you´ll open your eyes,
You relight your shame, you lacerate your mind.
Give up your dreams, it´s yourself you betray
And all that remains is pray!
You dreamed of glory, pride and joy
You knew how to live, the world as a toy.
You dreamed for a life made of triumphs and honor,
Now you´ve nothing but anger.
[Refrain]
Just call your name, you´ll open your eyes,
You relight your shame, you lacerate your mind.
Give up your dreams, it´s yourself you betray
And all that remains is pray!
Feel the weight of your faults,
The god you exalt
Is gemmate with the legate of deceit
You sold your soul, he default on the loan
Dear devil
I want to see you dead
You stole my soul, my dreams, my head
You wrote my fail on a page
With an ink called "age"
Dearest God
I want to be alive
You are the judge, this is my shrive :
I burnt my child to a cinder
On the altar of waiver
Hunted, it´s a long and vain strife
In the ruins of memories fallin´ apart
You´re the hunter, you´re the prey, you´re firing your heart
[Refrain]
Just call your name, you´ll open your eyes,
You relight your shame, you lacerate your mind.
Give up your dreams, it´s yourself you betray
And all that remains is pray!
You dreamed of glory, pride and joy
You knew how to live, the world as a toy.
You dreamed for a life made of triumphs and honor,
Now you´ve nothing but anger.
[Refrain]
Just call your name, you´ll open your eyes,
You relight your shame, you lacerate your mind.
Give up your dreams, it´s yourself you betray
And all that remains is pray!
Feel the weight of your faults,
The god you exalt
Is gemmate with the legate of deceit
You sold your soul, he default on the loan
Dear devil
I want to see you dead
You stole my soul, my dreams, my head
You wrote my fail on a page
With an ink called "age"
Dearest God
I want to be alive
You are the judge, this is my shrive :
I burnt my child to a cinder
On the altar of waiver