Текст песни Fit For A King - The Hell We Create

Оригинальный текст песни The Hell We Create

This is the Hell we create.
They go for the throat and take away everything.
No mercy for the ones who break their backs.
Weak conviction, fragile sovereignty.
No hope, bloodshed.
Into the fissure, looking for light down a loaded barrel.
Our ending hours are knocking down our door.
Running straight into the end; eradication.
No more reason to pretend that we can save us.
We’re dying casually, poisoned by apathy.
No one is safe, this is the Hell we create.
We’re throwing fuel onto the fire that’s cremating the remains of all dreams that gave us meaning, pulled us through another day.
Rip the rug out from the people that are hurting just to relish in the screaming, in the carnage, in their underserved pain.
The age of hope is slipping way.
The roar of silence is deafening.
An empty conquest, we’re burning down at both ends.
No one is safe, this is the Hell we create.