Fearism Songtext
von Spiritraiser
Fearism Songtext
You′ve come a long way to this place
From a world away, most nights without sleep
You've sacrificed your life for uncertainty
A gamble you had no choice but to take
They don′t know fear, they can't judge the ones truly afraid
They don't know about real need ′cause it′s not a result of wanting
They speak the language of hate, here it dwells in their routines
It's on the tip of their tongues and it orchestrates their deeds
One way ticket with options out of your reach
Your home was death, your life under a siege
No turning back to an unfinished trauma of generations lost in lies
Without a letter, only cries
They don′t know fear, they can't judge the ones truly afraid
They don′t know about real need 'cause it′s not a result of wanting
They speak the language of hate, here it dwells in their routines
It's on the tip of their tongues and it orchestrates their deeds
With you, you carry images of pain, most of immense pain and distress
With you, you carry an endless source of hope, your choice not to take
Part of the madness
Tell them exactly, how does it feel
To be running, to be hiding
Afraid of dying
Tell them exactly, how does it feel
To be running, to be hiding
Afraid of dying
They don't know
From a world away, most nights without sleep
You've sacrificed your life for uncertainty
A gamble you had no choice but to take
They don′t know fear, they can't judge the ones truly afraid
They don't know about real need ′cause it′s not a result of wanting
They speak the language of hate, here it dwells in their routines
It's on the tip of their tongues and it orchestrates their deeds
One way ticket with options out of your reach
Your home was death, your life under a siege
No turning back to an unfinished trauma of generations lost in lies
Without a letter, only cries
They don′t know fear, they can't judge the ones truly afraid
They don′t know about real need 'cause it′s not a result of wanting
They speak the language of hate, here it dwells in their routines
It's on the tip of their tongues and it orchestrates their deeds
With you, you carry images of pain, most of immense pain and distress
With you, you carry an endless source of hope, your choice not to take
Part of the madness
Tell them exactly, how does it feel
To be running, to be hiding
Afraid of dying
Tell them exactly, how does it feel
To be running, to be hiding
Afraid of dying
They don't know
Writer(s): Juha Matti Samuli Nãveri, Kristian Merilahti, Anssi Juho Sakari Ruotanen, Uula-antti Korhonen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com