Sons Of Apathy

Young Guns - Sons Of Apathy

LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang

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A notion cold as the night air

Starts within in my head

Spreads like ink right through my veins

All of our kings are dead

I am not a scholar and I don't believe in fate

Surely as I share your blood will I end up the same?


If there's one thing I have learned


In my short time on this earth


Devotion should be owed not earned


Only you determine what you're worth



We are set free



We are the sons of apathy



Though it's not right



It's all we know



And there's no one left to follow

We are the heirs to empty thrones

And promises un-kept

We sit and watch the empire burn with mild disinterest,

But we are not forsaken,

We have a gift worth more than gold