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Rot

Northlane

So cold my soul's numb
Like an icy breeze on solstice morning
The worst enemy’s one that’s homegrown
This is more than just a faceless warning.

Don't let the world rot
Don't let the world rot
Hanging by a thread they just putrefy
Our blood our birth our sky
And we will not stand by
Don't let the world rot

So warm the sun burns my soul
Like the fossils in the earth they take my breath

Black blood bleeding heart filled stone
Take the power away from the hands of death

A web of minds connected

Composição: Jonathan/Deiley Northlane/Smith Northlane





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