The Gathering - Shot to Pieces

What fine judgment I see
In the eyes of our world leaders
Oh how beautiful life could be
If it hadn't been shot to pieces

Shot to pieces

What secret music do I hear
Upon the drums of my ear

What great pleasure I feel
I come from nowhere and I shall return
Because of you people I will flee
I see my late identity burn

Written by:
Anna Van Giersbergen, Franciscus Boeijen, Hendrikus G J Hans Rutten, Hugo Prinsen Geerlings, Rene C.f.j. Rutten

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