Testo di 2033

Dying light, fade away Haunted by hidden hands' design We’re digging graves for the unborn Begging on our knees biting the hand that feeds So, what's it going to be? 2033 Will we be concerned before we're past the point of no return? So, what’s it going to be? 2033 Will we ever learn or just sit back and watch the world burn? Blinded eyes, blood shot skies Falling out, breathing underground Shadows die over twisted limbs Too late now, the night of the bleeding stars So, what's it going to be? 2033 Will we be concerned before we're past the point of no return? So, what's it going to be? 2033 Will we ever learn or just sit back and watch the world burn? Come on! The future does not exist when it lives inside a closed fist The future does not exist when it lives inside a closed fist Leave the past to the damned Because the now is in the palm of our hand So, what's it going to be? 2033 Will we be concerned before we're passed the point of no return? We're digging graves for the unborn Begging on our knees biting the hand that feeds So, what's it going to be? 2033 Will we ever learn or just sit back and watch the world burn?