Paroles de From Grace To Grave
Running from grace to graveTurning my head away from the sun
The earth shakes, splits in two
I'm standing in between
Which side do I choose?
Inside me, thrust to the ground, my spirit awaits sudden death
I can't distinguish real from fake
I'm near the absolute, the final stage
And though the fangs carve deep
Not one single drop but confusion is raining
Confusion from inclusion, giving the illusion that we are
One perfect struggle between fear and courage
The scale won't tip 'til one of us leaves
Confusion from inclusion, giving the illusion that we are one
Lead: Lindström
Running from grace to grave
Turning my head away from the sun
Last step, I falter
I spread my wings and I fly
My journey has just begun
I take off and I feel the pressure to make it alone in this world I drop to the ground
I can't distinguish real from fake
I'm near the absolute, the final stage
And though the fangs carve deep
Not one single drop but confusion is raining
Confusion from inclusion, giving the illusion that we are
One perfect struggle between fear and courage
The scale won't tip 'til one of us leaves
Confusion from inclusion, giving the illusion that we are one
Lead: Lindström
Running from grace to grave
Turning my head away from the sun
Last step, I falter
I spread my wings and I fly
My journey has just begun
I take off and I feel the pressure to make it alone in this world I drop to the ground
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