Song | This Awakening |
Artist | Down Royale |
Album | Sway |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I’m not made for this hate | |
The constant glare of the distant haze | |
Chauvinistic senseless pride | |
I’m reacquainted for a second but now I see the lies | |
A wretched, festering, damaging mass of incompetence | |
This growing process | |
This new found lease | |
It’s shedding the light on what I had never seen | |
The anger keeps on building | |
It’s not who I want to be | |
But how I can help it when all I see or hear sickens me | |
Every angle bent by rules, every point of view, every choice I make | |
Repetitive mind warping tools with no other purpose then to propagate | |
The message rationalized by medicated | |
Discordant misguidance | |
I’m not made for this hate | |
Just start it all again | |
Erase it | |
Erase it all | |
Erase this mass of incompetence | |
Stained souls operate the machine | |
There’ll be no end to this deceit | |
Erase it all | |
This growing process | |
This new found lease | |
It’s shedding the light on what I had never seen | |
The anger keeps on building | |
It’s not who I want to be | |
But how I can help it when all I see or hear sickens me |
I' m not made for this hate | |
The constant glare of the distant haze | |
Chauvinistic senseless pride | |
I' m reacquainted for a second but now I see the lies | |
A wretched, festering, damaging mass of incompetence | |
This growing process | |
This new found lease | |
It' s shedding the light on what I had never seen | |
The anger keeps on building | |
It' s not who I want to be | |
But how I can help it when all I see or hear sickens me | |
Every angle bent by rules, every point of view, every choice I make | |
Repetitive mind warping tools with no other purpose then to propagate | |
The message rationalized by medicated | |
Discordant misguidance | |
I' m not made for this hate | |
Just start it all again | |
Erase it | |
Erase it all | |
Erase this mass of incompetence | |
Stained souls operate the machine | |
There' ll be no end to this deceit | |
Erase it all | |
This growing process | |
This new found lease | |
It' s shedding the light on what I had never seen | |
The anger keeps on building | |
It' s not who I want to be | |
But how I can help it when all I see or hear sickens me |
I' m not made for this hate | |
The constant glare of the distant haze | |
Chauvinistic senseless pride | |
I' m reacquainted for a second but now I see the lies | |
A wretched, festering, damaging mass of incompetence | |
This growing process | |
This new found lease | |
It' s shedding the light on what I had never seen | |
The anger keeps on building | |
It' s not who I want to be | |
But how I can help it when all I see or hear sickens me | |
Every angle bent by rules, every point of view, every choice I make | |
Repetitive mind warping tools with no other purpose then to propagate | |
The message rationalized by medicated | |
Discordant misguidance | |
I' m not made for this hate | |
Just start it all again | |
Erase it | |
Erase it all | |
Erase this mass of incompetence | |
Stained souls operate the machine | |
There' ll be no end to this deceit | |
Erase it all | |
This growing process | |
This new found lease | |
It' s shedding the light on what I had never seen | |
The anger keeps on building | |
It' s not who I want to be | |
But how I can help it when all I see or hear sickens me |