The world was lost
So soon forgotten
All undone
The fools hang down
But the world’s still rotten
And the skies turn black
The wind is cold now
Try to recall back
Before the whole world died
Tried to hold on somehow
Bodies of the dead
Scattered out like dried leaves
With every breath
The smell of fettered death
But there’s no time to grieve
The wolves that turn fat
Feeding on each other
Human life is just a source of food
We might expire
No one here remembers
Before the wastelands
No
Before the slaughter
Before the faith
Before the skies grew red from dark all around
What became reality
Before these final dying days
The world was lost
So soon forgotten
All undone
The fools hang down
But the world’s still rotten
And the skies turn black
The wind is cold now
Try to recall back
Before the whole world died
Tried to hold on somehow
No one here remembers
Before the wastelands
No
Before the slaughter
Before the faith
Before the skies grew red from dark all around
What became reality
Before these final dying days
No one remembers
Before the wastelands
Before the slaughter
Before the faith
Before the skies grew red from dark all around
What became reality
Before these final dying days
No one remembers
Before the wastelands
No
Before the slaughter
Before the faith
Before the skies grew red from dark all around
What became reality
Before these final dying days
In these final dying days
Dying Days was written by Michael Browning & Sam Richardson & Ben Rickel & Jesse Hagon.
Dying Days was produced by Ed Ackerson.