With Ink Instead Of Blood - John Constantine | Текст песни

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• With Ink Instead Of Blood
• John Constantine

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We're drowning in the flood of our sins,
Suffering like pigs for our sins.
And I stand beneath this sky,
Sun burns our skin and we all will die.
The dead will rise from their garves and you'll have to face them
or there will nothing remain of our nation.
This is apocalypse, this is our damnation.
Run for the shadows, run for the cover,
Cause there's no one but myself to save us.
What if I shut the door of my wish to keep this world alive ?
(Torture will ruin your lives) Torture will ruin your lives.
(Red are these nights) Red are these nights.
I see these eyes of pain and now this ground is hollow,
Where is your bravery when all the seas are shallow ?
Why didn't you hold your vices when you should have been ?
And when I stand still all the rest run scattered.
Bow, whatever is this now,
And once again I fight to keep you crowned.
So you could walk this poor old rusted earth,
So you could triumph over the dead ghosts.