(feat. w**** Mason)
There's no path to follow
There's no path to follow
There's a line in the sand,
Put there by a man,
By a man who's children built the castles made of stone.
There's a man in the sky,
Giving reasons why,
That line grows deeper like the shackles round our bones.
Hold on to my arms,
Here come battle scars,
It's the final charge,
Here come battle scars.
There's a child born,
To a land of scorn,
Sees past the borders and the lords who hold his hand.
He was lead like a lamb,
All part of the plan,
His castle crumbles as he walks out of his land.
Hold on to my Arms,
Here come battle scars,
It's the final charge,
Here come battle scars.
This is what we are,
Here come battle scars,
This is where we are,
Here come battle scars.
There's no path to follow(x3)
Living for the reasons of the dead that move to paper
from their heads into my fingers and my neck leaving me strangled
by the rent i have no purpose in this land
Have I forgotten how to stand up with the humour and the need
I've got to find a way to be...
I Just turn up the stereo
I can't survive without the cold
This c**ture's falling off its feet
I've got to find a brand new beat..
..beat(beat)....beat..
..beat(beat)....beat..
..beat(beat)....beat..
There's a road ahead,
'tween the live and dead,
Church bells are ringing like the panic in my head...
Step, Step,
one by one,
walk into the setting sun,
Water's rising, rising fast,
History catching up at last,
Danger ahead, death behind, no one to follow but old man time,
Time, time, take us back,
Before the line was drawn,
Before the sky turned black.(black, black, black)
There's no path to follow
There's no path to follow
There's a line in the sand,
Put there by a man,
By a man who's children built the castles made of stone.
There's a man in the sky,
Giving reasons why,
That line grows deeper like the shackles round our bones.
Hold on to my arms,
Here come battle scars,
It's the final charge,
Here come battle scars.
There's a child born,
To a land of scorn,
Sees past the borders and the lords who hold his hand.
He was lead like a lamb,
All part of the plan,
His castle crumbles as he walks out of his land.
Hold on to my Arms,
Here come battle scars,
It's the final charge,
Here come battle scars.
This is what we are,
Here come battle scars,
This is where we are,
Here come battle scars.
There's no path to follow(x3)
Living for the reasons of the dead that move to paper
from their heads into my fingers and my neck leaving me strangled
by the rent i have no purpose in this land
Have I forgotten how to stand up with the humour and the need
I've got to find a way to be...
I Just turn up the stereo
I can't survive without the cold
This c**ture's falling off its feet
I've got to find a brand new beat..
..beat(beat)....beat..
..beat(beat)....beat..
..beat(beat)....beat..
There's a road ahead,
'tween the live and dead,
Church bells are ringing like the panic in my head...
Step, Step,
one by one,
walk into the setting sun,
Water's rising, rising fast,
History catching up at last,
Danger ahead, death behind, no one to follow but old man time,
Time, time, take us back,
Before the line was drawn,
Before the sky turned black.(black, black, black)