Hitwood - Where Unreality Becomes True (feat. Rikk Wolf)
The sentence, the last graceA plane where unreality becomes true
This spectrum, our last hope
The only way to restore this withered world
As you've seen, so you demand
The proof of our innocence
Are the bonds that we withstand
Time
The fabric does weaken
This hope
A prism, a beacon
Illuminate this new born world
By the funeral pyre of the old
Reset the clock on mankind
The hour hand the hammer, the minute the nail
And I know what they believe
Placing trust in hollow dreams
Unspoken lies that do deceive
Born of scorn and false regimes
Tell some lies to me
We now bathe in starlight
This romance births a chance to put up a fight
Extinguish our despair
The clock does sound and we're cosmically unbound
As I scream in my defense
The proof of my innocence
Is the enslavement at your hands
Time
The fabric does weaken
This hope
A prism, a beacon
Illuminate this new born world
By the funeral pyre of the old
Reset the clock on mankind
The hour hand a razor, the minute our wrist
Our time's up
And I know what they want to hear Playing political puppeteer Unspoken lies that do deceive
Born of scorn and false regimes
Tell some lies to me
Written by:
Antonio Boccellari
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