Dark & Nightshade - Nightengale Songs

Oh, we've finally found God
The virtual waving of hands
The viewers always on
We found a purpose again
Cause it's a lonely role
It's a pageant of the sad souls
The envy burning on
Imagine tuning out
We've become our own gods
Interred in castles of sand
The viewers always on
Confuse supply and demand
Cause it's a lonely role
It's a pageant of the sad souls
The envy burning on
Imagine tuning out
We're the enemy
It's how we're defined
We're the enemy
It's how we're defined
We're the enemy
We're not hard to find
We're the enemy
It's how we're defined
It's how we're defined
We're the enemy
It's how we're defined
We're the enemy
It's how we're defined
We're the enemy
We're not hard to find
We're the enemy
It's how we're defined
It's how we're defined
We've become our own gods
We have a purpose again
What'll they do when the crowd starts leaving
What'll they say when the crowd stops believing
When all of those golden hours are gone
Now we're singing nightengale songs
What'll they do when the crowd starts leaving
What'll they say when the crowd stops believing
When all of those golden hours are gone
Now we're singing nightengale songs

Written by:
Geoffrey Sweetland

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