Thunderstone - Like Father, Like Son Lyrics
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Like Father, Like Son
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What Are The Lyrics For Like Father, Like Son By Thunderstone?
Thousands of years and nothing has changed
We are killing each other every day Dices of future are rolling again Telling who's gonna live or die away Unleash yourself and prepare for the worst The only way to survive Here we are, standing too far To realize our destiny There's something wrong with our breed We keep on wanting more we need Look at our children with fear in their eyes Innocent minds full of hatred, anger and lies In the course of years, we've been making laws We're supposed to live by the rules But always there's someone who's lost and alone And getting approval only from fools So where do we point and who we'll believe What comes around goes around For what reason why, what's the truth and the lie The question's never answered There's something wrong with our breed We keep on wanting more we need Look at our children with fear in their eyes Innocent minds full of hatred and lies Armed to the teeth, ready for a kill No plans for the future, no reason to live We are the mirror what they'll become You know what they say, like father like son There's no one to blame, there is no "the truth" This is our legacy what we will leave for our youth |
Who Wrote Like Father, Like Son By Thunderstone?
Kari Ernst Tornack, Mirka Kiril Kristian Rantanen, Nino Laurenne, Pasi Antero Rantanen, Titus Hjelm
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