Beta by Shadowpath Lyrics
Why do these feelings last and burn?
When is the day, we call someday?
Comes there a time, our doubts will end?
I hear the non-believers pray
Who were these friends before you met?
Where will be the last one of our kind?
What is the meaning of all these shattered dreams?
Will we forget those left behind?
The mirror’s face, shows it the truth?
Shall we smash it in abomination?
That scene I see was long ago
Ragebound I break it’s domination
Leave me behind, I’m your beta
Erased shall I be from the face of the earth
The world feels different today
And those little nothings won’t make it up
Taste the salt from my cheek, for still there’s a tomorrow
I dug the roots of time and found enchanted hours
Please take away, what’s ours
Words that are said remain said
We’re selling our hopes to the poorest of men –
Their passion, counted in gold
But as long as the touch of our dream haunts my soul
This relic of once stays unsold
And here we are, we met again
Still you’re my muse and whisper songs
Reach out for me, your past is mine
No beta ever is undone
I left you behind, you’re my beta
Erased shall you be from the face of the earth
Peace at mind to our innocent spirits
Like the death of an old friend, it broke up the line
A heavenly promise survives in our hands
When is the day, we call someday?
Comes there a time, our doubts will end?
I hear the non-believers pray
Who were these friends before you met?
Where will be the last one of our kind?
What is the meaning of all these shattered dreams?
Will we forget those left behind?
The mirror’s face, shows it the truth?
Shall we smash it in abomination?
That scene I see was long ago
Ragebound I break it’s domination
Leave me behind, I’m your beta
Erased shall I be from the face of the earth
The world feels different today
And those little nothings won’t make it up
Taste the salt from my cheek, for still there’s a tomorrow
I dug the roots of time and found enchanted hours
Please take away, what’s ours
Words that are said remain said
We’re selling our hopes to the poorest of men –
Their passion, counted in gold
But as long as the touch of our dream haunts my soul
This relic of once stays unsold
And here we are, we met again
Still you’re my muse and whisper songs
Reach out for me, your past is mine
No beta ever is undone
I left you behind, you’re my beta
Erased shall you be from the face of the earth
Peace at mind to our innocent spirits
Like the death of an old friend, it broke up the line
A heavenly promise survives in our hands