Leave the rest to burn
Keep your sights down below
Hold on tight or let it go
With your back to the wall
You refuse to crawl
Bury the weak in your soul
Grasp the light and let it go
You just let it go
Let it go
You just let it go
The whole world is catching fire again
The hardest thing is knowing that we could've just died instead
The preacher he is dying alone
The young man he is crying
He'll make this world his own
Make this world his own
It once was clear and now you're blind
The fear found shelter in your mind
Just one word and I will go
The sands of time are running low
When you're wake for the war
When the shadows fall
Set your sight down below
And you will know
Yeah and you will know
The whole world is catching fire again
The hardest thing is knowing that we could've just died instead
The preacher he is dying alone
The young man he is crying
He'll make this world his own
The whole world's catching fire again
The hardest thing is knowing that we could've just died instead
The preacher he is dying alone
The young man he is crying
He'll make this world his own
Make this world his own
Make this world
Make this world his own
Take what's yours, its your turn Leave the rest to burn Keep your sights down below Hold on tight or let it go With your back to the wall You refuse to crawl Bury the weak in your soul Grasp the light and let it go You just let it go Let it go You just let it go The whole world is catching fire again The hardest thing is knowing that we could've just died instead The preacher he is dying alone The young man he is crying He'll make this world his own Make this world his own It once was clear and now you're blind The fear found shelter in your mind Just one word and I will go The sands of time are running low When you're wake for the war When the shadows fall Set your sight down below And you will know Yeah and you will know The whole world is catching fire again The hardest thing is knowing that we could've just died instead The preacher he is dying alone The young man he is crying He'll make this world his own The whole world's catching fire again The hardest thing is knowing that we could've just died instead The preacher he is dying alone The young man he is crying He'll make this world his own Make this world his own Make this world Make this world his own Explain Request ×
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