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Esperando una guerra

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Waiting On A War

I'm waiting on a war, this is panic setting in...

From what it seems, all could use some cleansing
Better hurry up since were not pretending
And panic wouldn't mean so much if there was such a thing as end in sight
But I know it's only coming in waves, to seal our silence

We're waiting on a war, coming through this weather, all aboard...(all aboard), into the storm...

With all of this brings death of descending
Belief with the sun comes never ending
As long as there is life in heart, there will be a thing as endless fight
But I know it's only coming in waves, to steal our silence

Were waiting on a war, coming through this weather, all aboard

It's only here I find myself where karma looms a long way down and a long way out, come lock us in...
While we're waiting, seems like a lifetime, but while we're waiting all aboard

We're waiting on a war, coming through this weather, all aboard
Horizons from the shore, too many bloody hands, take back your life
We're waiting on a war, coming through this weather, all aboard, into the storm

Esperando una guerra

Estoy esperando una guerra, esto es pánico instalándose...

Por lo que parece, todos podrían necesitar una limpieza
Mejor apúrate ya que no estamos fingiendo
Y el pánico no significaría tanto si hubiera algo como un final a la vista
Pero sé que solo viene en oleadas, para sellar nuestro silencio

Estamos esperando una guerra, atravesando este clima, todos a bordo...(todos a bordo), hacia la tormenta...

Con todo esto trae la muerte descendente
La creencia con el sol nunca termina
Mientras haya vida en el corazón, habrá una lucha interminable
Pero sé que solo viene en oleadas, para robar nuestro silencio

Estamos esperando una guerra, atravesando este clima, todos a bordo

Solo aquí me encuentro donde el karma se cierne a lo lejos y a lo lejos, ven y enciérranos...
Mientras esperamos, parece una eternidad, pero mientras esperamos todos a bordo

Estamos esperando una guerra, atravesando este clima, todos a bordo
Horizontes desde la orilla, demasiadas manos ensangrentadas, recupera tu vida
Estamos esperando una guerra, atravesando este clima, todos a bordo, hacia la tormenta

Escrita por: Brock Lindow / Thomas Noonan