<SONG_DETAILS> [ STYLE: Clean, Smooth, Melodic ] [ MOOD: Tense, Bitter, Powerful ] [ VOCALS: Melodic Baritone ] [ TEMPO: Slow, 74-94 BPM ] </SONG_DETAILS> [Intro] [Build-up] [Spoken word] You've somewhere given up the chase, 'cause we have to dye with days... We're always giving-up the chase, cause we have to dye with days… YEAH! [Instrumental] (Hey! Hey! Hey!) [Verse 1] Many things have passed. Many craniums CRUSHED. Living means to FIGHT, that's your/ only right... Own these words of thrill, thine void shall they fill those times/ in the past, when you've/ felt like trash... [Chorus] Set out your rage outta the cage! Smashing all your dreams... Given to death your only breath: Blood will make it real… [Bridge] That's right we live to dye with days… Born... to be hated… [Instrumental] (Hey! Hey! Hey!) [Verse 2] The beast is inside you. Feel it tearing you. Climbing up your brain, seeking fruits of pain. SHINING HATRED'S CREST, TATTOED ON YOUR CHEST. Take the upper ground, or be taken DOWN! [Chorus] Set out your rage outta the cage! No remorse to feel. All is the same! No-one to blame: PENITENCE AND GRIEF... [Bridge] We're born, we groooow and then betrayed… we march to die with days… [Ritardando] [Interlude] [Rap Word] Listen what I've got to tell: I figured out what lies ahead. That things like trust are false to be, Only dirty words... that sound so clean… And love is called the sweetest thing, when that means screw everything. And those friends surrounding you today are the ones that 'morrow wil fade away… [Accelerando] This may sound like crap to you, but this right here's the only truth: We've somewhere given up the chase, ...'cause we march to die with DAYS! [Instrumental] (Hey! Hey! Yeah!) [Hook] That's right we live... to die with days… God must be insaaaaaaaaane…. [Largo] [Clean Guitar Solo] [Instrumental] [Distorted Guitar Solo] [Pause] [Build-up] Inside... we've dyed... outside… we cry... (outside we've died…) [Chorus] That's right, we live to Die with Days… God must be INSANE...! [Outro]
