Centuries کے بول

The fire burns at your declare The people starve at your own hand Crying out but He won't save you Figments in your head won't save your breath We need to sort this out ourselves This fragile mess we made Your fears are real but not to see When all ends black, a wasted life You will have lived on your knees On your knees Praying to one we cannot see Broken words in empty passage, He's not coming here Reckless in His image, I declare Broken words in empty passage, He's not coming here Broken in His image, we repair We are the broken human race Forced to comply with riot and hate I will strive for more, I swear that we will be remembered We will be remembered with all that we have told Broken words in empty passage, He's not coming here Reckless in His image, I declare Broken words in empty passage, He's not coming here Broken in His image, we repair We are the fateful and sinful ones Choked up on your whispered lies Open up your mind and you will see Burn it up, save me and bury me in all your despair In all your despair Despair