The Destination

Heavy is the head that bears the crown
When the world you know turns upside down
Vultures circle from above
We’re all a pile of bones
Burn bright my friends you kings and queens
Through endless nights, worst ever seen
Dark so cold, sticks and stones
We’re all a pile of bones
I grind my teeth at night, I clearly see
We share the same destination
I grind my teeth hard through the night, transmissive I clearly see
We share the same destination, death!
Still need something by my side
Chasing something undefined
A sickness turning in my head
But I’m not dead
Searching through my desert soul
An empty heart, without control
One more chance to make things right
Before my shadow slowly dies
Transmissive
In every step that I take, head for a destination
Wake up, think ahead
Dissmissive
You destroy, I create
Why build it up to tear it down
I grind my teeth at night, I clearly see
We share the same destination
I grind my teeth hard through the night, transmissive I clearly see
We share the same destination, death!
Transmissive
In every step that I take, head for a destination
Wake up, think ahead
Dissmissive
You destroy, I create
Why build it up to tear it down
Wake, wake up
We share the same destination
Wake up, wake up
We share the same destination
Transmissive
In every step that I take, head for a destination
Wake up, think ahead
Dissmissive
You destroy, I create
Why build it up to tear it down