Title: Armageddon
Subtitle:
Artist: Blitzkrieg
Album: A Time Of Changes
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Copyright:
Tabled by: MetalRobert
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Tempo: 197 BPM
Tracks: 2
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Bars: 299

Lyric

One night we lay beside each other, so close to a sweat
With two fans circling overhead, we sleep on borrowed time
And the traffic lights direct empty roads, the stars can't break the city sky
But they still try despite what they know is already true

And tomorrow we'll take aim just like a storm waiting for a calm
I can feel everything coming in my chest, my heart's already pounding
My head's on far-off highways, sixteen years old on a road that never ends
Might drive into something that looks like a sunset, it lasts forever, and I never look back

From Hoboken to L.A.
From Portland to Gainesville
From the Great Plains to Niagara
Route 66 straight to California

Electric lights carry the night, we move in 4/4 time
On feet, on wheels, and in the sky, yes we're going cause we'd die if we'd stay here
And these dying dreams will carry what's good, and real, and pure
And the rest can burn in hell

And for the four-year-old girl found dead in a dumpster
Shot by her mother
Her eulogy is the sound of construction through head-to-head traffic
Today is just another day

And me and my friends are just growing into the drunks
And the liars that we've always hated
Every shortcoming has trapped us
Every mistake is now our own infinite failure

So we steal every chance we get
Every advantage is taken when no one's looking
We hide behind closed doors
And we won't stop until we are the people we've decided we should be

I want to be a shot heard round the world, fucking unstoppable
This distance is not something we'll regret
Between here, and now, and then, and forever
And days after that till the very end

From Hoboken to L.A.
From Portland to Gainesville
From the Great Plains to Niagara
Route 66 straight to California

Electric lights carry the night, we move in 4/4 time
On feet, on wheels, and in the sky, yes we're going cause we'd die if we'd stay here
And these dying dreams will carry what's good, and real, and pure
And the rest can burn in hell