Swift Minds of the Darkside Lyrics

Queensway Lyrics


"It's Baltimore, Gentlemen. The Gods will not save you."

Thoughts plague the mind of a man who always had to struggle to survive
Never taken a life
Prophecy cometh; Born to die

Sentenced from birth
A product of his curse
Sentenced from birth
A product of his curse

Big man with the world in his hands and a 9 in the glove box. Too far gone, no going back. Plan the attack
Swift minds of the Darkside

Swiftly does the round leave the chamber
Only one moment but the memory lingеrs

Again and again and again and again
Swift minds of the Darkside

Sentеnced from birth
A product of his curse
Sentenced from birth
A product of his curse

Innocent lost
Redemption unfound
Pure hatred

Swiftly does the round leave the chamber
Playing god; Internal war
Simple lust and a means to an end
Swiftly does the round leave the chamber

Sentenced from birth
A product of his curse
Sentenced from birth
A product of his curse
Big man with the world in his hands and a 9 in the glove box. Too far gone, no going back. Plan the attack
Swift minds of the Darkside




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