You gotta have a disease to be special
But with intelligence you will be lead to ignorance
Borders are a-changing, sorting the dreams to manipulation
Ph. D and A++ What is wrong with talent and guts?
Dirty works for lawyers salaries
The difference's huge when you're burning calories
Well, we are special and we never grew up too fast
We believe in something that is real
Well, we are lost. We're the dead hand of the past
And we are drowning but got gills of stainless steel
You live on the bottom of your scratched and broken dreams
But they expect you to accept all of the national themes
And only with cash you can afford to stay sober
But forgetting 'bout the days in October
It's an endless struggle for perfection
As we're voting "ourselves" in the election
Never understanding the real state of art
Trying to be smart, by following your heart
Well, we are special and we never grew up too fast
We believe in something that is real
Well, we are lost. We're the dead hand of the past
And we are drowning but got gills of stainless steel
Once you start to doubt yourself, you will fade away
Well, we are special and we never grew up too fast
We believe in something that is real
Well, we are lost. We're the dead hand of the past
And we are drowning but got gills of stainless steel
The Sum (Dead Hand) Video (MV)
Performed By: Descending Chaos
Length: 3:54
Written by: August Thelin, Johannes Ohlsson, Peter Martinsson, Roy Ekelund, Sebastian Örgev
Descending Chaos - The Sum (Dead Hand) Lyrics
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You gotta have a disease to be special
But with intelligence you will be lead to ignorance
Borders are a-changing, sorting the dreams to manipulation
Ph. D and A++ What is wrong with talent and guts?
Dirty works for lawyers salaries
The difference's huge when you're burning calories
Well, we are special and we never grew up too fast
We believe in something that is real
Well, we are lost. We're the dead hand of the past
And we are drowning but got gills of stainless steel
You live on the bottom of your scratched and broken dreams
But they expect you to accept all of the national themes
And only with cash you can afford to stay sober
But forgetting 'bout the days in October
It's an endless struggle for perfection
As we're voting "ourselves" in the election
Never understanding the real state of art
Trying to be smart, by following your heart
Well, we are special and we never grew up too fast
We believe in something that is real
Well, we are lost. We're the dead hand of the past
And we are drowning but got gills of stainless steel
Once you start to doubt yourself, you will fade away
Well, we are special and we never grew up too fast
We believe in something that is real
Well, we are lost. We're the dead hand of the past
And we are drowning but got gills of stainless steel
But with intelligence you will be lead to ignorance
Borders are a-changing, sorting the dreams to manipulation
Ph. D and A++ What is wrong with talent and guts?
Dirty works for lawyers salaries
The difference's huge when you're burning calories
Well, we are special and we never grew up too fast
We believe in something that is real
Well, we are lost. We're the dead hand of the past
And we are drowning but got gills of stainless steel
You live on the bottom of your scratched and broken dreams
But they expect you to accept all of the national themes
And only with cash you can afford to stay sober
But forgetting 'bout the days in October
It's an endless struggle for perfection
As we're voting "ourselves" in the election
Never understanding the real state of art
Trying to be smart, by following your heart
Well, we are special and we never grew up too fast
We believe in something that is real
Well, we are lost. We're the dead hand of the past
And we are drowning but got gills of stainless steel
Once you start to doubt yourself, you will fade away
Well, we are special and we never grew up too fast
We believe in something that is real
Well, we are lost. We're the dead hand of the past
And we are drowning but got gills of stainless steel
Writer: August Thelin, Johannes Ohlsson, Peter Martinsson, Roy Ekelund, Sebastian Örgev
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid