Song | Stance |
Artist | Puissance |
Album | Grace of God |
Where do you stand? | |
And what do you belive in? | |
The rise and fall of an empire? | |
Picking up speed... | |
The winds of change. | |
To send you hurling back into the fire... | |
It´s a sad fact that you never heard the call. | |
Say it´s a tragedy but we´ll forget it all. | |
Walk along the edge of a broken razor? | |
See it all wiped not a single trace and? | |
Left to be found in the layers of ashes. | |
Waiting for the final slashes. | |
Say it won´t happen to you? and so? | |
History will prove you wrong, off you go... | |
So here we are... | |
Another futile attempt. | |
To rebuild and shape the future. | |
But what can we do? | |
That hasn´t been tried before. | |
Mother knows, there´s nothing new to her... | |
Why not face the facts now give up and submit? | |
It´s not worth the effort you put into this. | |
To give your life for pointless cause. | |
and it only leeds to even more pointless wars, | |
in the name of all that is wrong with your life. | |
You will misunderstand, then fight, then die. | |
And no one will even remember you lived, | |
and they´ll blame someone else for the wrongs that you did. | |
And now it´s obvious. | |
You made the wrong choice. | |
all through your life as expected... | |
So it brings us to a point, | |
we can clearly see, | |
that all the facts were neglected. | |
Well it wasnt really like you ever had a choice. | |
You´re too in love with yourself and the sound of your voice. | |
And it´s a real shame that we all must end the same, | |
almost makes you think it´s an evil game, | |
that we all play wether we want or not. | |
We all play as we all loose and finally rot | |
in the grand curse, since dawn of time. | |
Somehow it´s beautiful, yes sublime. |
Where do you stand? | |
And what do you belive in? | |
The rise and fall of an empire? | |
Picking up speed... | |
The winds of change. | |
To send you hurling back into the fire... | |
It s a sad fact that you never heard the call. | |
Say it s a tragedy but we ll forget it all. | |
Walk along the edge of a broken razor? | |
See it all wiped not a single trace and? | |
Left to be found in the layers of ashes. | |
Waiting for the final slashes. | |
Say it won t happen to you? and so? | |
History will prove you wrong, off you go... | |
So here we are... | |
Another futile attempt. | |
To rebuild and shape the future. | |
But what can we do? | |
That hasn t been tried before. | |
Mother knows, there s nothing new to her... | |
Why not face the facts now give up and submit? | |
It s not worth the effort you put into this. | |
To give your life for pointless cause. | |
and it only leeds to even more pointless wars, | |
in the name of all that is wrong with your life. | |
You will misunderstand, then fight, then die. | |
And no one will even remember you lived, | |
and they ll blame someone else for the wrongs that you did. | |
And now it s obvious. | |
You made the wrong choice. | |
all through your life as expected... | |
So it brings us to a point, | |
we can clearly see, | |
that all the facts were neglected. | |
Well it wasnt really like you ever had a choice. | |
You re too in love with yourself and the sound of your voice. | |
And it s a real shame that we all must end the same, | |
almost makes you think it s an evil game, | |
that we all play wether we want or not. | |
We all play as we all loose and finally rot | |
in the grand curse, since dawn of time. | |
Somehow it s beautiful, yes sublime. |