The Dying of Your Pride - RROYCE

When I hear these voices they’re talking loud and clear

They’re shouting into my face, words so insincere

How sad a fate, how sad a fate?

This can’t be true!

We’re caught in the middle

There’s no me and there’s no you

It’s the dying of your pride

It’s a fall of a nation

It’s the feeling when you hit the dirt

It’s like bleeding without getting hurt

It’s the dying of your pride

It’s a road to damnation

It’s crack in your Kevlar-soul

It’s a heart like a big, black hole

It’s the dying of your pride

Some might call them experts

I would call them fools

At the coast of the stranded

They are one of the jewels

Raise your head, raise your head and fly away

You know that you don’t have wings but who cares anyway?

It’s the dying of your pride