"Empty Universe" lyrics
"Empty Universe"
I don't know why we have survived after it all
Smoke in my lungs, we only live once
Your eyes are so cold
But you still squeeze my hand
Walk in the sand
The wind smells like death
It's an eternal night, and no place to hide
Looks like we are the next
We are the next
Oh, God, I feel your death grip
Your hands around my throat
I'm kidding, come on
Even if there was a God
He's left this planet to us
I got some bullets in my pocket
I think I'll need them someday
There's no morality on this dead fucking land
Just stay alive as long, as long as you can
I don't why we have survived after it all
Wounds in our souls
And betrayal crawls under the floor
We see a black hole and don't see the sun
It's our fault
Oh, please, forgive us, mother
We could not save the world
We flew too far to searing sun
No chance to get much higher
We'll get devoured by holy fire
It's our testament
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