Besedila: Far From Westfall. Destined For Destruction.

In a vacant disaster i look around and watch the flames
all these dismembered faces, can't even conjure up their names
they've all been mistreated, and they've all learned how to hate
the destiny is certain, i guess we'll leave it up to fate

i can't find it in my way
to see through another day
when all we build just burns to ashes
and all we love will slowly pass us

there's a sent on the street
and it's knocking at your door
if it were hell it would be better
but it's somehow even more
we're on this one way road
we've been there for too long
we're destined for destruction
how can this prophecy be wrong

i can't find it in my way
to see through another day
when all we build just burns to ashes
and all we love will slowly pass us

i can't find it in my way
to see through another day
can't you see we've lost control
the devil's got this world in a death-roll

yeah, here we go
right, the pain is slow
how, can't you see
this, ain't just me