Sons of a dying World 歌词

This is a time of do or die. Bred on hate. Facing fate When it comes fast...It comes down hard. Trapped in fear Trappd in despair. Future´s dark, heading nowhere As the pressure builds. My will is hard These are the lives we live...Sons of a dying world This ain´t the world I knew. Distilled, corrupted truth. It´s pure survival. Nothing like it should...Lost in a dying world...Born to survival. Nothing like it could...