What Is To Come... ft. Struck Lyrics
- Genre:Rock
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
There's a fear of the future that won't let us dream
A constant struggle of wants and needs
Do you regret all of the bridges burned?
You can beg and beg but the clock still turns
Overstepping
Self-righteous anger and pride
Understanding
The little war that you fight
Golden calf, stand for nothing
Spare me your fucking judgement
I'll be left with the scraps of all of this
Stolen valor, you take but never give
Left to clean up the mess
What will be done
While the blood is on your hands
What is to come
What will be done
What is to come…
Left to clean up the mess
What will be done
While the blood is on your hands
No room for a new beginning
And no space for the ways of the past
Is this right? Is it what you wanted?
I can't stand it. Your selfish ways.
Go!
I know you
You won't feel a thing