Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Time Has Come, artist - Mushroomhead. Album song A Wonderful Life, in the genre Ню-метал
Date of issue: 18.06.2020
Record label: Napalm Records Handels
Song language: English
The Time Has Come |
Time has come, the battle lines are drawn |
Revealed directive |
Time has come, from king and queen to pawn |
Concealed objective |
Time has come, march to the gates of dawn |
Initiate the end inside |
Turn this blank page |
For a brand new slate, a lost parade |
A last chance serenade |
I see through your masquerade |
A charlatan, all charade |
Your fate lies in waste |
And decays |
(All along, the pyres of the dead were burning) |
Your faith decays |
Time has gone, doomed to relive the past |
Repeat obsession |
Unknown sons pray to their predators |
Reclaimed possession |
Lost empires sing the chorus of their devastation |
I see through your masquerade |
A charlatan, all charade |
Your fate lies in waste |
And decays |
We’re gonna need that evac ASAP |
Need that, bring that beat back |
Need that evac ASAP |
Need that, bring that beat back |
Messiahs, liars and dignitaries |
All things move towards their end |
Dictators, traitors and adversaries |
All things move towards their end |
Walking towards tomorrow, torn by sorrow, blind to light |
We’re gonna need that evac ASAP |
Need that, bring that beat back |
Need that evac ASAP |
Need that, bring that beat back |
Empires in fire, forever disgraced |
All things move towards their end |
Desires expired, condemned to this plague |
All things move towards their end |
Broken, torn and hollow, mourn tomorrow’s endless fight |
Time will tell as it always prevails |
Detailing all our faults, our flaws, false starts and fails |
Nurtured |
Perverted |
Undone |
Time has come, initiate the end |
The end inside |
Time has come, initiate the end |
The end inside |
Messiahs, liars and dignitaries |
All things move towards their end |
Dictators, traitors and adversaries |
All things move towards their end |
Walking towards tomorrow, torn by sorrow, blind to light |