This is a cold prophecy
The mask of society
Will pay its price within its death
Will pay its price within its death
They'll kill the pain
Of the hate they were given
And sow the seeds that will
Give the sight of the mass
They'll feel the same
As the blood fills their vision
Amongst the reeds they will
Paint this world in black
Circles
The truth hidden in circles
We pray for a miracle
To save the past
Longing for the sun to last
Don't burn out
Falsifying light from stars
Don't burn out
The unedifying colors are
Covering mortals
Suffocate the shame of showing
Everyone exactly what you are
Exactly what you are
This is a cold prophecy
The mask of society
Will pay its price within its death
Blacken the gates
Blacken the gates
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This is a cold prophecy
The mask of society
Will pay its price within its death
Will pay its price within its death
They'll kill the pain
Of the hate they were given
And sow the seeds that will
Give the sight of the mass
They'll feel the same
As the blood fills their vision
Amongst the reeds they will
Paint this world in black
Circles
The truth hidden in circles
We pray for a miracle
To save the past
Longing for the sun to last
Don't burn out
Falsifying light from stars
Don't burn out
The unedifying colors are
Covering mortals
Suffocate the shame of showing
Everyone exactly what you are
Exactly what you are
This is a cold prophecy
The mask of society
Will pay its price within its death
Blacken the gates
Blacken the gates
The mask of society
Will pay its price within its death
Will pay its price within its death
They'll kill the pain
Of the hate they were given
And sow the seeds that will
Give the sight of the mass
They'll feel the same
As the blood fills their vision
Amongst the reeds they will
Paint this world in black
Circles
The truth hidden in circles
We pray for a miracle
To save the past
Longing for the sun to last
Don't burn out
Falsifying light from stars
Don't burn out
The unedifying colors are
Covering mortals
Suffocate the shame of showing
Everyone exactly what you are
Exactly what you are
This is a cold prophecy
The mask of society
Will pay its price within its death
Blacken the gates
Blacken the gates
Writer: Page Rutherford
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid