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This is a leaked song from the Color Spectrum from the Dear Hunter.

I do not own this music at all. Casey, The Dear Hunter, and Triple Crown Records have exclusive rights to this property.


Lyrics:
Somewhere there's a choice being made,
from the mass of the will of a broken field,
guided by the hand of the guilty,
praised as a cure for a curse,
really this is all catastrophic,
and we're tethered to the hull of a sinking ship,
thrashing for a breath at the surface,
praying for the ropes to slip,

I always thought that the damned would inherit the earth,
as soon as they learned to speak,
we would be suffering,
sucking on the scraps of a wicked well,
we were bound by need,
to vicious villany.

Tear it down, start again,
Wishing every trains to stale stops and then(?)
then they will sing,
the way things used to be,
the way things used to be,
the way things used to be,

I always thought that the damned would inherit the earth,
as son as they learned to speak,
we would be suffering,
sucking on the scraps of a wicked well,
we were bound by need,
to vicious villany.

Tear it down, start again.

I always knew that the damned would inherit the earth,
as soon as they learned to speak,
we would be suffering.
Choking on the scraps of a wicked well,
we were bound by need,
to vicious villany.

I always knew that the damned would inherit the earth,
as soon as they learned to breathe,
we would be suffering.
Sucking on the scraps of a wicked well,
We were bound by need,
to vicious villany.

Tear it down, start again.

--- Thank you to DearHunterFan15 for the lyrics ---

They own it, I do not!