Parkway Drive - Fractures lyrics
[Parkway Drive - Fractures lyrics]
The Devil's at our door
The Bloodwoods shiver in the
Glare of summers haze
Dust of ancient lands breathes
Beneath our feet
Since the dawn of time, giver of life divine
Shadowed by dark ruination
Looming down the line
The poisoned lies of narrow minds
Now spread into the soul of life
Bitter blight fractures life
This call for change won't be too late
The Devil's at our door
The Devil's at our door
Selling fool's gold and a miracle cure
Hearts of fire unite and man their barricades
Truth is overwhelming
And yet hollow men still talk in vain
Sowing sickness, shifting focus away
Setting in stone a future we cannot sustain
We can't quench our thirst on profit's gained
And we can't turn back once it begins
Bitter blight fractures life
This call for change won't be too late
Won't be too late won't be too late
They poison the well and expect us to drink
When the river runs dry only then
Then will they see
'Cause you can line your pockets
But you can't buy back your soul
These gates are locked
This future is not yours to own
You can line your pockets
But you can't buy back your soul
These gates are locked
This future is not yours to own yeah
Bitter blight, it fractures life
This call for change won't be too late
This bitter, this bitter blight
Bitter blight
It fractures, yeah, it fractures life
This call, this call for change
This call for change
It won't be, it won't be
It won't be too late
The Bloodwoods shiver in the
Glare of summers haze
Dust of ancient lands breathes
Beneath our feet
Since the dawn of time, giver of life divine
Shadowed by dark ruination
Looming down the line
The poisoned lies of narrow minds
Now spread into the soul of life
Bitter blight fractures life
This call for change won't be too late
The Devil's at our door
The Devil's at our door
Selling fool's gold and a miracle cure
Hearts of fire unite and man their barricades
Truth is overwhelming
And yet hollow men still talk in vain
Sowing sickness, shifting focus away
Setting in stone a future we cannot sustain
We can't quench our thirst on profit's gained
And we can't turn back once it begins
Bitter blight fractures life
This call for change won't be too late
Won't be too late won't be too late
They poison the well and expect us to drink
When the river runs dry only then
Then will they see
'Cause you can line your pockets
But you can't buy back your soul
These gates are locked
This future is not yours to own
You can line your pockets
But you can't buy back your soul
These gates are locked
This future is not yours to own yeah
Bitter blight, it fractures life
This call for change won't be too late
This bitter, this bitter blight
Bitter blight
It fractures, yeah, it fractures life
This call, this call for change
This call for change
It won't be, it won't be
It won't be too late