The Shape of Things to Come

Into the realms of hate
 Into the realms of war
 No we're not dreaming
 Now try to run away
 As fast as you can
 Outside these grounds of hell
 A burning world consumes
 The flames are everywhere
 Their eyes full of pain
 Once fiction was our dream
 Now fiction is our hell
 We shaped our glorious end
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 As world comes crashing down
 No more screams are heard
 No we're not dreaming
 Everything here has changed
 Everything is destroyed
 The fiction becomes truth
 Wish there was a reason to stop this madness
 You go keep tasting your own decadence
 Bloody times, no one can talk
 A glorious suicide to end up alone
 Nobody escapes what we've done
 In this bloody wasted place
 And certain things remain untold
 Deep in ourselves a twisted soul
 And that's the shape of things to come
 of things to come
 We try to change it but it's too late
 Now we're just living annihilate
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 And that's the shape of things to come
 of things to come
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 As world comes crashing down
 No more screams are heard
 No we're not dreaming
 Everything here has changed
 Everything is destroyed
 The fiction becomes truth
 Bloody times, no one can talk
 A glorious suicide to end up alone
 Nobody escapes what we've done
 In this bloody wasted place
 And certain things remain untold
 Deep in ourselves a twisted soul
 And that's the shape of things to come
 of things to come
 We try to change it but it's too late
 Now we're just living annihilate
 And that's the shape of things to come
 of things to come