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
• 9M-MRD
• A Dance With The Insane
• Against All Gods
• Atlantic
• Billet Doux
• Black Heart
• Bricklayer
• Bridge
• Chaos Spectacle
• Child
• Dark Moon Generation
• Day Of Joy
• Dogs Cry Murder
• Doomed Youth
• Frailty Thy Name Is Woman
• Garland
• Grace... Murder... Divine
• Hollow World
• Homeless
• House of Crows
• In Silence
• Jupiter
• Kings
• Monument
• Mr. Faithful
• Northern Lights
• Red
• Redemption
• Ruins
• Running On Empty
• Smalltown Boy
• South of the Sun
• Sunset
• The Art Of Grief
• The Cold
• The Fallen
• The Light We Fear
• The Maid
• The Real
• The Sky Is Ours
• The Sky Is Yours
• This Paradise
• To Certify Your Eminent (Billet-doux)
• We Are Darker
• We Pass Our Bridal Days
• White Spider
• Wolves We Raised
• Your Roses Will Burn