Expectations

from May Dead Dreamers Become Living Nightmares by Trieb

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lyrics

The seeds are growing faster
Than we can get out of here
They're blocking the door

Time won't mean anything
If we can't get out of here
‘Till we live no more

There's just a bitter taste in my mouth!

As I speak these words of fear
The clock have already stopped
There's nothing but a shadow of us
But we're together

Nature made us live like this
And we will die like this
United by lustful desire

We're animals, nothing more than natural
We can't fight against what we can't control

Back to the primitive!

There's a candle that keeps burning in this place
And in the shadows I can still see your face
But when the fire dies,
Would you stay there and keep on by my side?
Or in the wild
You'll belong to darkness
And this forest of fears
Is the nature that I've ever dreamed?

Back to the primitive!

We tore the fortress down
And we're crawling through the ruins
Are you free enough?
Am I free enough?