Kataklysm - Faith Made Of Shrapnel Lyrics
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Faith Made Of Shrapnel
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What Are The Lyrics For Faith Made Of Shrapnel By Kataklysm?
It's far from over
I've been waiting for way to long, all bets are off Instinct for dreadful times This is the end all rules are broken I scream rebellion, severed emotions Modern day chaos Ignite your faith is made of shrapnel Detonate your fate is made of shrapnel Fear of letting go Fear of bringing madness Fear to rise above and never looking back Climb the tower, essence of power Everyday I am stronger than ever Sinful test feeling distressed There's no time for concentration Do as you do, live as you live Feed form the light bring on this might Rip through his heart, nothing is right Only what your mind decides The spirit is dead, the knowledge once said Perish the world inside, There's no one left to fight Crave my sanity, enter reality Insanity, lost mobility Fear of letting go Fear of bringing madness Fear to rise above and never looking back Climb the tower, essence of power Everyday I am stronger than ever Sinful test feeling distressed There's no time for concentration Do as you do, live as you live Feed form the light bring on this might Rip through his heart, nothing is right Only what your mind decides |
Who Wrote Faith Made Of Shrapnel By Kataklysm?
Jean Francois Dagenais, Maurizio Iacono
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What's The Duration Of The Faith Made Of Shrapnel By Kataklysm?The duration of Faith Made Of Shrapnel is 5:37 minutes and seconds. |
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