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There's a light that reflects in the distance Burning out as we fade away Cut the strings that bind us together In this field of copper that reflects our pace We embrace the thought of failure Insecurity marked across our bones Feeling tired and empty Just to be stuck down from the hands of power Let your start mind wander With no purpose and nothing to believe We march onto these fields of copper As we inhale, our last cold breath Last resorts cave and break our morale As the dust coats the lungs underneath the sulfur The river is closed off as the bodies restrict the flow Cut ties with your maker, you're never coming home Last resorts cave and break our morale As the dust coats the lungs underneath the sulfur There's a light that reflects in the distance Burning out as we fade away Tying the strings that bind us together Letras de cancionesIn this field of copper that reflects our pace We embrace the thought of failure Insecurity marked across our bones Feeling tired and empty Just to be struck down from the hands of power From Letras Mania