Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Leave It All Behind, artist - Betraying the Martyrs. Date of issue: 18.09.2011
Song language: English
Leave It All Behind |
| Leave it all behind! |
| Now can be your time |
| Leave it all behind |
| Everyway they molded you |
| Everything they told you that you have to be! |
| How their words cut through |
| How their fists broke your mind |
| If they could see you now! |
| Human life, you’re wasting it all away! |
| Break through these invisible walls, x2 |
| Those who we have grown up around |
| Have grown roots to the place |
| Where they think they need to exist |
| Never leave, never speak, never open your eyes |
| To a world with open arms! |
| You are the weak! |
| x2 |
| You are the wasteful |
| Don’t scream my name from the depths of hell |
| Your cries shall be ignored! |
| Never leave, never speak, never open your eyes to this world |
| Never leave, never speak, to this world with open arms |
| Just live your own way, your own life, and never open your eyes |
| Never leave, never speak, leave it all behind! |
| What will you do? |
| At the end of your day, if presented with a tapestry of your life |
| The very fabric consisting of nothingness, you’ve wasted it all away! |
| We’re all given one chance, one chance to make a chance |
| One chance to make a footprint! |
| Sit back, eat away your days! |
| x2 |
| Never leave, never speak, never open your eyes to this world |
| Never leave, never speak, to this world with open arms |
| Just live your own way, your own life, and never open your eyes |
| Never leave, never speak |
| You are the weak the wasteful |
| Just don’t scream my name, from the depths of hell |
| As your idol hands reach for help! |
| I am the walker! |
| x2 |
| We’re the example, we are the ones that carve with grace |
| When you look back be it not my face |
| You will see but blackness |
| Nothing to show! |
| x2 |
| We are the roads, you are the broken bridge |
| We’ll be the hunter, you’ll be the sacrilege |
| We are the sun, you are the stormy skies |
| We are the beauty, and you are sand in your own eyes! |
| You are the weak the wasteful |
| Just don’t scream my name, from the depths of hell |
| As your idol hands reach for help! |