Final Prayer Guilt Trip
We are your stepping stone,
The barrier right in your way.
We'll push ourselves over the edge.
We won't die in vain.
This f..cking world’s too cold.
There's nothing left to hold.
Rise above - in these times
Rise above - time to rise
We are your final prayer,
Your coffins' last nail.
We are the endless guilt-trip,
That will make you fail.
This f..cking world’s too cold.
There's nothing left to hold.
Rise above - in these times
Rise above - time to rise
