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Paroles: In Flames. A Sense Of Purpose. March To The Shore.


I used to adore you
The lies made sense somehow
Gave myself away without a fight
But betrayal claims its price

At first I was scared
Not used to murders mind
But there was something beautiful
So powerful, different, so divine

Pushing the faith
Build on our rage

Falling ideals
Broken seals
March to the shore
You are a killer!

Is it something that's always been there
Was it distant in this cage?
Oh, I'm glad we met
Oh, I'd love to release the rage

But everything has its end
I've done my deed
The final bullet was always meant for me!

Pushing the faith
Build on our rage

Falling ideals
Broken seals
March to the shore
You are a killer!

But everything has its end
I've done my deed
The final bullet was always meant for me!

Falling ideals
Broken seals
March to the shore
You are a killer! (2x)