Theoretics - Coldworld lyrics

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CHORUS:

This world is cold and descending

See we all here trembling

If we fall the same way

Why can't we all...

... same thing

Why can't we all fight for the same thing!

VERSE ONE:

Mark Hoy -

Why can't we all fight for the main aim

Cause we're blinded from being defined by the same

People that would full court crush the word change

If they had the opportunity to do such a thing

Now I'll abstain

From naming the names of the offenders

Far too many to name, who will defend us?

There's power in the music and words combined together

The leather-bound science of alliance we tether

Of the whole picture

I am but one member

Faction of a legion

Likeminded endeavor

A strong willed soldier for the storm we'll weather

A leader to those who know that this world is cold

CHORUS:

VERSE TWO:

Chimaroke Abuachi -

I travel in a time men fight to arrange

What they think the planet needs and force it with a cane

Explain what's united, the definitions vague

War drums still pound bombing and it's sound

Finally a beacon of hope intervenes, but it takes more than one man to operate this thing

I'm glad to be alive in a time where at least we,

Can try to manifest the king's grand dream

We're separated in a storm but there's many ways

To stop and come together but the channels always say

The opposition always disagree, they want to break

The beacon though it's message could be what saves the day

It's like fears an octopus with the way in clings

To these obstacles but even lab mice can feed

Know that we attract, we can fight the same thing Or be powerless and strained

CHORUS:

VERSE THREE:

Mark Hoy -

Why are their minds all in the same frame

Because they're slaves to temptation of money and 'bang bang'

A shame the insidious ignorance is upholding villainous to a status that they want to obtain

Change only occurs when soul seeks freedom

Soul seeks freedom and the mind breaks chains

If not then you are condemned to remain same

There's only so much a man was made to sustain

Faithless, aimless

Devoid of all dreams

Phases of dangerous

Crooked eyed schemes

They're nameless inhabitants of prison yard scenes

Probably tell you how the ends are justifying the means

BRIDGE:

It's cold...

Building towards the light

Shielding us from night

Leading us

But who will save our souls?

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