The Real letra

Take your instruments of war.
Burn down your stars.
And create a whole new sky.
Before everyone discovers your lie.

All the fuckers that cast their spell.
And wished for me a bitter hell.
I wish to thank you for your words.
There is nothing more to hurt.
Not your evil and your wicked heart.
Could kill the truth in my honest art.
Nothing else can strike me dead.
Only the creativity in my head.

When the fire is at your feet.
Not a knife thrown yet and you already bleed.
Preachers of reality,
It is all but real I see.
Oh watch over my head,
Cause the bitch of live went mad.

The Wounded - Letras

• 18 Carat Dust
• A Dance With The Insane
• Against All Gods
• Atlantic
• Billet Doux
• Black Heart
• Chaos Spectacle
• Child
• Dark Moon Generation
• Day Of Joy
• Frailty Thy Name Is Woman
• Garland
• Grace... Murder... Divine
• Hollow World
• Homeless
• In Silence
• Kings
• Monument
• Mr. Faithful
• Northern Lights
• Red
• Ruins
• Running On Empty
• Smalltown Boy
• Sunset
• The Art Of Grief
• The Cold
• The Fallen
• The Real
• This Paradise
• To Certify Your Eminent (Billet-doux)
• We Are Darker
• We Pass Our Bridal Days
• Wolves We Raised
• Your Roses Will Burn