False Regrets by Synematic Lyrics

Wounded ground, we cut her skin with our blades
Wasted land, we disfigured her with our guns
Drifting apart, we smothered her with our pride
False regrets

Wonderland, your marvelous fields attracted malicious minds
Corrupted souls among the peaceful kinds

You stare at it, fading
You stare at it, faded
You watch it wasting away
Wasted anyway

Wounded ground, we cut her skin with our blades (Wounded ground)
Wasted land, we disfigured her with our guns (Wasted land)
Drifting apart, we smothered her with our pride (Drifting apart)
False regrets

You had the choice, saint or the beast, you have been force fed war anyway you spat peace
Lost paradise, you're paralyzed, we'll be forgotten in the blink of an eye, and... die