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• Artiste: Riots Of Eighty
• Titre: Compass
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Hold to the roar as they pass us by and we will kill the "Saint" We forget just how fast we fall when wings decide our fate. The swansong surfaces, it paints our names It loves to keep us here, it lives to love our pain. Will we be counted here amung the lost? Speak not tragedy Render our slates clean. Within this prison they walk above us. These mausoleums of concrete confine us. Will we dance with ruin just to make our way out of this maze? Will we be remembered? These mountains loom over us like they're headstones. This valley is our grave and we are our casket. We follow just to find ourselves. The prints of our knees embedded in stone will leave their mark. Will we pray tonight? For what bonds have held us now recede, we forge the tide. We've sold our souls just to live above the ones who've died and we are saved. We will be remembered.