Video de: Harbinger Lyrics Protosphere » Lyrics Fox.MusicaDe.Win

Protosphere - Harbinger Lyrics

Imagine this
There is blood on your hands

A fever dream
Control the population with mass murder
All fueled by screams
Of mothers with dead sons
Fathers with broken daughters
Families torn apart by deceit
You've bought their lives through corporate greed
There is blood on your hands
You've made a fortune off the pain of the working man

Harbinger
They call you the destroyer of worlds
You lay waste to innocence
Planting seeds of ignorance to consume us all

I will find peace watching your world burn
The power struggle you create is overturned

You gamble with lives that aren't your own
Selling souls by the hour
You gamble with lives that aren't your own
As you worship the dollar

Burn
Repeat
Until the world is gone