Unsung ft. Mars Nord Lyrics

I commit blasphemy, put a dent in history

I'll see this blasted timeline is put to death

To them it's alchemy

At the edge of fantasy

Occupying their beloved odds is what we do

To them we're no more than lost profligates

Until we descend to change the world

I wish to bid farewell and depart this mortal shell

Make the cut and bleed out what's trapped inside

I detest reality

And its boundless apathy

What untold madness drives you to see it through

To them we're no more than lost profligates

Until we descend to change the world