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Well Played Massacre - Things Dangerous To Come Lyrics



Well Played Massacre - Things Dangerous To Come Lyrics




Find a voice
Will the soapbox bare this weight
Do more than collect out dated cliches
Squandered sand from the broken hour glass
If you have it use the time that still remains
Composing works, words that Poets recite
Something Warriors chant with raised weapons to the sky
So take a step, make a leap, marathon of the Mind
A journey worth every penny of admission price

Can we let go
Of all the fears and crashing tides
And we are here
With every minute left behind
Can we let go
And we are here
Of all the fears and crashing tides
With every minute left behind

No strings attached just anchors & these chains
A vicious landscape impossible to navigate
It's you against your own machine
Hack in & re-code the master scheme
Burn the ships, don't look back, this is paradise
Move forward, only footsteps left behind
There's a hidden dialect in our dreams
Through the veil, we'll learn how to speak

Can we let go
Of all the fears and crashing tides
And we are here
With every minute left behind
Can we let go
And we are here
Of all the fears and crashing tides
With every minute left behind

To see behind the walls
Feel the purpose of life
To Draw Closer, Draw Closer
Never little grey pieces of paper
To Draw Closer, Draw Closer
To find each other
See the world with our own eyes
To Draw Closer, Draw Closer
True Beauty doesn't ask for attention
To Draw Closer, Draw Closer
Draw Closer
To see behind the walls
Feel the purpose of life
To Draw Closer, Draw Closer
Never little grey pieces of paper
To Draw Closer, Draw Closer
To find each other
See the world with our own eyes
To Draw Closer, Draw Closer
True Beauty doesn't ask for attention
To Draw Closer, Draw Closer
To Draw Closer, Draw Closer
Draw Closer
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English

Find a voice
Will the soapbox bare this weight
Do more than collect out dated cliches
Squandered sand from the broken hour glass
If you have it use the time that still remains
Composing works, words that Poets recite
Something Warriors chant with raised weapons to the sky
So take a step, make a leap, marathon of the Mind
A journey worth every penny of admission price

Can we let go
Of all the fears and crashing tides
And we are here
With every minute left behind
Can we let go
And we are here
Of all the fears and crashing tides
With every minute left behind

No strings attached just anchors & these chains
A vicious landscape impossible to navigate
It's you against your own machine
Hack in & re-code the master scheme
Burn the ships, don't look back, this is paradise
Move forward, only footsteps left behind
There's a hidden dialect in our dreams
Through the veil, we'll learn how to speak

Can we let go
Of all the fears and crashing tides
And we are here
With every minute left behind
Can we let go
And we are here
Of all the fears and crashing tides
With every minute left behind

To see behind the walls
Feel the purpose of life
To Draw Closer, Draw Closer
Never little grey pieces of paper
To Draw Closer, Draw Closer
To find each other
See the world with our own eyes
To Draw Closer, Draw Closer
True Beauty doesn't ask for attention
To Draw Closer, Draw Closer
Draw Closer
To see behind the walls
Feel the purpose of life
To Draw Closer, Draw Closer
Never little grey pieces of paper
To Draw Closer, Draw Closer
To find each other
See the world with our own eyes
To Draw Closer, Draw Closer
True Beauty doesn't ask for attention
To Draw Closer, Draw Closer
To Draw Closer, Draw Closer
Draw Closer
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Writer: Brandon Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid




Well Played Massacre - Things Dangerous To Come Video
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Performed By: Well Played Massacre
Language: English
Length: 4:23
Written by: Brandon Johnson

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