Brew Army - Man of Ash

Fadin’ to black you feel no regret
Drowning in sorrow it seems so unfair
Wings made of needles are takin’ you higher
You feel that you’re god but you’re just a liar
Give your life for your own demise

CHORUS
You’re playing god
You’re almost there
We’re getting blind
You’re made of ash
You’re going down
A dying flame
You’re playing god
The man of ash

Follow the dark the weak gather ’round
Cutting their heads, they fall one by one
Chasing the dragon, speedball inside
The grim comes to get you, death rides by my side
White lines is all you know is true

The stream of blood
Is running wild
Just look around
You’re made of ash

You’re crumbling down
Why can’t you see?
Keep playing god
The man of ash
You’re the man of ash.. You’re the man of ash.. You’re the man of ash