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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Noturnall
Noturnall
Künstler:in
Thiago Bianchi
Thiago Bianchi
Leadgesang
Mike Orlando
Mike Orlando
E-Gitarre
Saulo Xakol
Saulo Xakol
E-Bassgitarre
Henrique Pucci
Henrique Pucci
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Michael George Orlando
Michael George Orlando
Songwriter:in
Victor Thiago Bianchi Colunna
Victor Thiago Bianchi Colunna
Songwriter:in
Saulo Castilho
Saulo Castilho
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Thiago Bianchi
Thiago Bianchi
Produzent:in
Mike Orlando
Mike Orlando
Produzent:in

Lyrics

Beyond the clouds
Or here underground
Greater beings sent to judge us
Long unseen have been around
In a finger snap our lives may end
Are we ready and set for judgment day?
All we're left is begging for our souls
Can we be raptured or let go?
We've been wasting all of our chances
Got no options left except
Pray, change or fucking pay
The Great Filter is near
The fall of man is straight ahead
Our own extinction is on its way
The price we'll pay for not evolving
Never growing
Even knowing it's late
Is staring at death in the face
Watching the crowd
Messing around
They have deemed us liabilities
From this world to the next one
Could we transcend this barring line
To a higher type of humankind?
But we're still busy waging wars
Against ourselves, against our core
This is our last chance to take a leap
In evolution ways, so we'll pay, pay, fucking pay
The Great Filter is near
The fall of man is straight ahead
Our own extinction is on its way
The price we'll pay for not evolving
Never growing
Even knowing it's late
Is staring at death in the face
In a finger snap our lives may end
Are we ready and set for judgment day?
All we're left is begging for our souls
Can we be raptured or let go?
We've been wasting all of our chances
Got no options left except
Pray, change or fucking pay
The Great Filter is near
The fall of man is straight ahead
Our own extinction is on its way
The price we'll pay for not evolving
Never growing
Even knowing it's late
Is staring at death in the face
Staring at death in the face
Not evolving
Never growing
Written by: Michael George Orlando, Saulo Castilho, Victor Thiago Bianchi Colunna
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