The Shadow Of Glass – A Dead Lament – letras

We presume to be the chosenours is the promised landour hearts are cold and frozenwe just love what we possessbecoming fat becoming oldis what we’re afraid ofjust a stone’s throw away we disregardthose whose greatest joy these fears would beby nowthere is no reason to take care aboutwhy should we?but aren’t we so far away, are we?let’s take control of ourselvesto share a part of our prosperitylet’s take control it’s in our handsthe standard which we’re living inlet’s take control let’s take commandis far beyond our basic needslet’s take control let’s take controlproblems that result of wealthare not a menace for our livesluck consists of many facetsand I think we’ll have to redefineare wethe bad guys without shame and empathy?why should we?