Plant your flags,
To the victor go the spoils of war;
Take it all away;
I bet you think that you're in charge,
Always pointing your finger at me;
I'm still the one who takes the blame;
CHORUS
Paper soldiers,
Left in ashes while we kill each other;
(Kill each other)
Like cannon fodder,
We fall victim and the world grows colder;
(World grows colder)
SUFFER
Iconoclasts,
Expose the lies that leave us dead inside;
Save us from decay;
Just take me back to when it started,
To where it all began to take shape:
Is this the version I became?
(Chorus)
If we suffer through the worst of this;
They always say that it’ll all be worth it;
But I don’t stare into a broken promise;
I’ve learned to leave behind the bullshit;
(Chorus) x2
SUFFER!
Music by Theriaca
Lyrics by Kyle Batenburg
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