Bastards from Histories by Fantastic Flying Foelschs

Time passes quickly, but you know nothing change at all
Born in the lowest place, but the rich kings live so tall

Chorus:
You know that we're all bastards (bastards), bastards (bastards)
With no place and no home
Our lives are burning faster (faster), faster (faster)
Faster than before

Trapped in this broken world with no hope of finding home
Look to the skies and I burn my eyes on shiny chrome

Chorus

Why, my poisoned eyes
Cry, as my world dies
Blood, pooling at my feet
Ground up, into human meat

I'll take my vengeance as sure as I'll be given none
We'll see the castles crumble and we will see them done

You know that they're all bastards (bastards)

BASTARDS

• Doom Metal
• Metal
• Sludge
• Shelton