Shattered Sun - Hope Dies Lyrics
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Hope Dies
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What Are The Lyrics For Hope Dies By Shattered Sun?
You will know my
You may know my words Upon light that's dying You’re giving it all As we withhold our darkness thoughts The misdirect, the price we pay Our faith rests in there lies In treachery our lives are lost I look at your face and see no hope inside your eyes I look at this faded crown that let us down and realize... We lean on the faceless words that leave us here to die How many days can we keep living Living in this lie You will know my words Face the light that's dying Cause your giving it all Engrave your trust within me Replace the dark with the gray You will know my lies Hope is all but gone Your hope is dying Withhold our darkest thoughts The misdirect The price is paid I look at your face and see no hope inside your eyes I look at this faded crown that let us down and realize... We lean on the faceless words that leave us here to die How many days can we keep living Living in this lie No, no hope inside your eyes I see no hope inside your eyes When will we ever see the truth? I know you see it coming I know, I know you see it coming I know I know we're gonna have to face the day Hope dies We're gonna have to face the day You know I see hope dying I know you see it coming Hope dies Your gonna have to face the day I know you see it coming |
Who Wrote Hope Dies By Shattered Sun?
Daniel Jr, Henry Garza, Jessie Santos, Joseph Guajardo, Marcos Leal, Robert Garza
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What's The Duration Of The Hope Dies By Shattered Sun?The duration of Hope Dies is 4:16 minutes and seconds. |
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