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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kyle Kendall
Kyle Kendall
Songwriter
Chris Kendall
Chris Kendall
Songwriter

Lyrics

No one escapes the setting sun
Keep running faster and faster
Until there's nowhere left to run
A father mourns
His only son
We will set him free
When the morning comes
Irony's lost
On the lost ones
The victims of loss
Those who've been forced
To carry the cross
For tyrants who love playing God
No one escapes the setting sun
Keep running faster and faster
Until there's nowhere left to run
A father mourns
His only son
We will set him free
When the morning comes
When the mourning comes
When the morning
Rises
To blood-soaked silence
Our song of violence
The only way we know how to live
We're the hopeless virus
Clothed as the righteous
Beg us unto thee
No one escapes the setting sun
Keep running faster and faster
Until there's nowhere left to run
A father mourns
His only son
We will set him free
When the morning comes
When the mourning comes
When the morning
No one escapes the setting sun
Keep running faster and faster
Until there's nowhere left to run
A father mourns
His only son
We will set him free
When the morning comes
When the morning comes
When the mourning comes
There'll be nowhere left to run
When the morning comes
You can't escape the setting sun
When the mourning comes
When the morning comes
There is nowhere left to run
Written by: Chris Kendall, Kyle Kendall
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