Lyrics
While the fallen ones in turmoil praise their kind, it makes no difference While, while the world awaits
while the fallen ones in turmoil praise their kind
dreams are crushed down while the world awaits
The feeling s too strong, while the world awaits
Panic hits as the bruises won t disappear, while the world awaits
While the world awaits, the prophets speak in rhyme While, the feeling s too strong
While the fallen ones in turmoil praise their kind, the prophets speak in rhyme
The feeling s too strong, dreams are crushed down while the world awaits, now that the shrieking noise has turned into silence
While the world awaits, with an ounce of hope and a bowl of dust, with an ounce of hope and a bowl of dust
while the world awaits
It makes no difference, it s a waste of time and i have to let it go
And all this push and pull, all the worn out memories spiced with fear
While the world awaits, the feeling s too strong, and all this push and pull
Try live the vicious lie caressed by fear, while the fallen ones in turmoil praise their kind
The feeling s too strong, it makes no difference
the feeling s too strong
While the fallen ones in turmoil praise their kind, dreams are crushed down while the world awaits Suburban, numb receptive minds caressed by fear
Dreams are crushed down while the world awaits, it makes no difference
While the world awaits, with an ounce of hope and a bowl of dust
With these splintered fragments all is senseless, with an ounce of hope and a bowl of dust
while the fallen ones in turmoil praise their kind
the feeling s too strong
While the world awaits, while the world awaits
While the fallen ones in turmoil praise their kind, panic hits as the bruises won t disappear