lyrics
There's a distant call to arms,
A silent swelling of lungs,
Can you hear the trumpet,
Into collisions we fold.
Bruised and battered,
In scripts made of gold.
In the chaos,
A scene with no goals,
Quell the riot,
Weave through the souls.
And then in the quiet
When the weary call due time,
Do you ever wonder,
Have we lost our minds.
Have we lost our minds?
Are we lost in time?
Are we just the currency of our design?
Of our demise.
In this madness,
In a place we call home,
Will you stand for the violence,
Will you run from your soul.
I see this world on fire,
The blind lead the blind,
Will u feed one man's desire,
Or sell news that right.
One more time, with feeling,
I heard you say,
Don't spend your time misbelieving,
Fight come what may.
One more time, with feeling,
Fight come what may.
credits
from
GOLD,
released January 29, 2020
Written, arranged & performed by Asela Perera
Electric Guitar arranged & performed by Nishan Daniel
Flute arranged & performed by Natasha Senanayake
Strings arranged & programmed by Natasha Senanayake
Bass arranged & performed by Nishan Daniel
Drums arranged & performed by Eshantha Perera
Produced by Asela Perera
Mixed & mastered by Nishan Daniel at Hitfactory
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