Gloom Season - KARMAGEDDON | Official LYRIC VIDEO

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Lyrics

Waitin’ all year round just to hear the sound of the crown you found crash to the ground
Now in surround, it's pound for pound
Stereo to 60, you're underground
The match is struck, you're out of luck so give it up, it's about to get rough
Hands and feet inside the ride and don't forget to buckle up

If you've gotta burn, baby, burn

Just burn

Trust, like glass, is easily broken
I swallowed every shallow word that was spoken
You stabbed my back and broke our pact
So I cut you out, we're free at last
You cut me down and you still persist
So fix the grip, and let er’ rip
If they don’t ask, then just insist it’s your world that exists

If you’ve gotta burn, then baby, you burn, burn pick up the matches
If you’ve gotta burn, then baby, you burn, burn with passion
If you’ve gotta go, then take the blow, let’s just bury the hatchet
If you’ve gotta burn, then baby, you burn, burn, burn in fashion

Just burn

You dazed me, you phased me, erased me hastily
Like it didn’t even matter that I loved you back despite the fact your heart is black
There should be no future, not even a past
Agree to disagree, but there’s no trust, no us, just a broken diamond left in the dust
Best this didn’t last, cuz that’d be rough
If there was ever love, it was not enough

If you’ve gotta burn, then baby, you burn, burn pick up the matches
If you’ve gotta burn, then baby, you burn, burn with passion
If you’ve gotta go, then take the blow, let’s just bury the hatchet
If you’ve gotta burn, then baby, you burn, burn, burn in fashion

Just burn

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
In this world, it's eye for an eye
Return to the earth, dust to dust
Same darkness before your birth
Drink your blood then burn your soul
This is fury that you'll come to know
Our time has truly come to an end
Straight to Hell as you descend

You got what you wanted
Now you get what you deserve

One two, fuck you

If you’ve gotta burn, then baby, you burn, burn pick up the matches
If you’ve gotta burn, then baby, you burn, burn with passion
If you’ve gotta go, then take the blow, let’s just bury the hatchet
If you’ve gotta burn, then baby, you burn, burn, burn in fashion

Just burn

If you've gotta go, then take the blow, let’s just bury the hatchet
If you've gotta run, your time has come, lets just carry the casket