Swift Minds of the Darkside
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Lyrics
Thoughts plague the mind of a man who always had to struggle to survive Never taken a life Prophecy cometh; Born to die Sentenced from birth Product of his curse Big man with the world in his hands and a 9 in the glove box. Too far gone, no going back. Plan the attack Swift minds of the Darkside Swiftly does the round leave the chamber Only a moment but the memory lingers Again. and again Innocent lost Redemption unfound Pure hatred Swiftly does the round leave the chamber. Playing god; Internal war. Simple lust and a means to an end. Swiftly does the round leave the chamber
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Song Details
- Duration
- 03:17
- Key
- 9
- Tempo
- 128 BPM