Letters of last resort song lyrics
Some call it deterrence
Others call it madness
Machines programmed to strike if struck
So the world itself becomes one vast dead man's switch
First, we dreamt of crossing the plains
The seas and soaring above the clouds became goals after that
Then, we dreamt of a fire hotter than the sun
They say spring is on its way
That's not the mood of the world today
Cold hands write beyond recall, the final note of silence
The world holds its breath beneath it all, a fragile, tense compliance
Sealed in shadow, words of dread
Ink on parchment for the living dead
A hand may falter, yet the page commands
The final fire rests in trembling hands
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lyrics for Letters of last resort, the 12th song of the 12 recorded for the album Songs of last resort, with a total running time of 40:25, by The Haunted. It was released on May 30, 20925 via Century Media Records, and produced by Oscar Nilsson.
