Lyrics Ppm - Sons of an Illustrious Father

Ppm

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That’s the sweet land
Breathe and growth
We’re still leading
Boy, under a certainty
There is only fumes
We keep burning and bleeding out
Can we stand for this
Or can we not hear
Strangled descend is bleeding
Because it’s much to late
And if we are asking for cause
Do we burst or do we rise
Singing past the stairs
We’ve been feeding
Because we are not love
It is a fuel that we burn
In an engine so impure
Take a chance on the stars above
These are the sands that we refine
On the pain we adore
But if you go to the land where nothing grows
Your heart will know
Your head wont be sure
The mind is a maze
Were trying to walk straight
And you’d only walk
Oh, guy has the deed
Takes the ground apart
Let it boom
Still the fire comes out
Seven miles from the ground
I feel the fear
We don’t like the wreck
Only doing less hurt
I promise you that
I come only to protect
Because we are not love
It is a fuel that we burn
In our engine so impure
Take a chance on the stars above
These are sands that we refine
On the pain we adore
But if you go to the land where nothing grows
So mama knows my head is in my jaw
The mind is a maze
I walk straight