"Thieving Hands" - feat. Solaria [SynthV Original] (Lyric Video) скачать в хорошем качестве

"Thieving Hands" - feat. Solaria [SynthV Original] (Lyric Video)

Hope you enjoy! Visual Template by: Harchenko Composed and Produced by: Observed by I Instruments used: Guitar1: Grass Roots G-Stream Guitar2: Yamaha Pacifica 311H Drums: MT Power Drumkit Bass: Flex Golden Edge Dynamic Vocals: SynthV Solaria Guitar Interface: Boss GT-1 Audio Software: FL-Studio Lyrics: Verse 1 They drew the lines with the red ink, And sold us dreams that let us barely blink. Counted the coins while we still bleed, Called it fate and what we need. Every promise wrapped in lies, Every ladder missed a piece to climb. They preach control from towers high, Waiting while the hours die. Pre-Chorus You can feel it in the crowd tonight, Every spark they have tried to kill. All it takes is one wrong strike To turn fear into will. Chorus We rip off the heads Of a cruel intrigue, Putting shackles On the hands of thieves. When they try to take What we built for us, Burn their golden thrones into rust. Thieving hands that pick a piece of me From our pockets with no honesty. Bite the hand that got rich from scars, We rise up to the stars. Verse 2 See those castles coming down, Feel the shift of power now. It’s time to make wrongs right, Raise your fist and start to fight. Called us lucky to bear these chains, Said we’re stronger when we don’t complain. Those cracks that form out on the street, Broken hope still breathes. Pre-Chorus You can feel it in the crowd tonight, Every spark they have tried to kill. All it takes is one wrong strike To turn fear into will. Chorus We rip off the heads Of a cruel intrigue, Putting shackles On the hands of thieves. When they try to take What we built for us, Burn their golden thrones into rust. Thieving hands that pick a piece of me From our pockets with no honesty. Bite the hand that got rich from scars, We rise up to the stars. Post-Chorus No more silence, And no more doubts. Cut the hands off and tied, This is where the power dies. As you hear me say it loud, And even scream it out so boldly, No more knees on the floor, We’re not yours anymore. Bridge Get on up as we’ll claim the top, We will bring them down. Those kings and fools Spill their blood, and we let it flood, All out on streets where we shall march. Chorus We rip off the heads Of a cruel intrigue, Putting shackles On the hands of thieves. When they try to take What we built for us, Burn their golden thrones into rust. Thieving hands that pick a piece of me From our pockets with no honesty. Bite the hand that got rich from scars, We rise up to the stars. Post-Chorus No more silence, And no more doubts. Cut the hands off and tied, This is where the power dies. As you hear me say it loud, And even scream it out so boldly, No more knees on the floor, We’re not yours anymore. 'Ello