Fall Of The Old Guard
It's the way they get into your mind
It infiltrates and it makes you blind
And it's those hypnotic voices
That pull us down into the sand
And it's part of your ambition
That has you follow their commands
I've felt the pressure
Within my soul
Do what it takes
To take control
Don't lose yourself
Among their slaves
And they want to make you their own
And they need to own you to make you
It's too late for them and they know
And now they're trying, trying to break you
They're reaching up
Gasping for air
A drowning breed
Cries it's not fair
Just know inside
You have all you need
To make your own way
Without their greed
Saw your face and they promised more
They'll change your fate
Don't let them in
They couldn't wait to move in close
They need to feed on what you have most
And they tell you there's no choices
That they hold your fate in their hands
But they're dying, all the voices
Break away and make your stand
I been down that road before
I don't hear them anymore
I've carved my own path
And now I'm so much more
And they want to make you their own
And they need to own you to make you
It's too late for them and they know
And now they're trying, trying to break you
Caída de la Vieja Guardia
Es la forma en que entran en tu mente
Se infiltra y te ciega
Y son esas voces hipnóticas
Que nos arrastran hacia la arena
Y es parte de tu ambición
Que te hace seguir sus órdenes
He sentido la presión
Dentro de mi alma
Haz lo que sea necesario
Para tomar el control
No te pierdas
Entre sus esclavos
Y quieren hacerte suyo
Y necesitan poseerte para hacerte
Ya es tarde para ellos y lo saben
Y ahora están intentando, intentando quebrantarte
Están alcanzando
Jadeando por aire
Una raza ahogada
Grita que no es justo
Solo sé en tu interior
Que tienes todo lo que necesitas
Para abrirte camino
Sin su codicia
Vieron tu rostro y prometieron más
Cambiarán tu destino
No los dejes entrar
No podían esperar para acercarse
Necesitan alimentarse de lo que más tienes
Y te dicen que no hay opciones
Que ellos tienen tu destino en sus manos
Pero se están muriendo, todas las voces
Rompe y toma tu posición
He recorrido ese camino antes
Ya no los escucho más
He labrado mi propio camino
Y ahora soy mucho más
Y quieren hacerte suyo
Y necesitan poseerte para hacerte
Ya es tarde para ellos y lo saben
Y ahora están intentando, intentando quebrantarte