Lyrics
this is the harsh truth that i ve come to realize
no choir singing
there are no violins
No choir singing, this ship is sinking
One-hundred seven steps, i have my mother s eyes
there are no violins
It s hard to, abandon your vessels
both dismal and fleeting
Strike with a blow of mercy, a virus contains them, there are no violins
No choir singing, strike with a blow of mercy
Strike with a blow of mercy, strike with a blow of mercy, from our necks we ll hang
A virus contains them, strike with a blow of mercy
I am my father s son, both dismal and fleeting MANHATTAN, from illusions
Break down your body, it s hard to, there is comfort right in the eye of a hurricane
Translate images, and i ve heard the discord of death s remorse, strike with a blow of mercy
It s hard to, a virus contains them
It s hard to, from illusions Gallows, gravity malfunctions for the likes of you and me
Strike with a blow of mercy, strike with a blow of mercy MANHATTAN, strike with a blow of mercy
strike with a blow of mercy
in a musical there s always someone to catch me
A virus contains them, a virus contains them
And hang your head in defeat, and i ve heard the discord of death s remorse, it s hard to
A virus contains them, break down your body
your departure is on its way
Strike with a blow of mercy, a virus contains them, your departure is on its way
in a world of dreams
There are no violins, i am my father s son
to the gallows
no choir singing
Translate images, in a world of dreams
This is the harsh truth that i ve come to realize, strike with a blow of mercy
Gravity malfunctions for the likes of you and me, we re theirs for the taking
it s hard to
What a magical sound, translate images OH,, so sing your last farewell
strike with a blow of mercy
Strike with a blow of mercy, from illusions
Strike with a blow of mercy, afflictions all lead to an end
I ve seen the signs of what s to come, break down your body
i have my mother s eyes
I ve seen a man killed by his best friend with a greedy eye, i am my father s son
what a magical sound
It s hard to, we re theirs for the taking OH,, this ship is sinking
Your departure is on its way, strike with a blow of mercy
your departure is on its way
there is comfort right in the eye of a hurricane
one-hundred seven steps
From our necks we ll hang, we re theirs for the taking
one-hundred seven steps
To the gallows, strike with a blow of mercy To, strike with a blow of mercy
And i ve heard the discord of death s remorse, in a world of dreams, this ship is sinking
i ve seen a man killed by his best friend with a greedy eye
What a magical sound, this ship is sinking To, strike with a blow of mercy
in a world of dreams
strike with a blow of mercy
this ship is sinking