Wake up – now’s the time to begin Our walk – through the mud and the dirt The grave – that we dig ourselves in It’s our – last achievement on earth
In the end, with execution in sight Writing a premise to the firing team In the end everyone waits for a sign Then the silence is brutal and obscene
Mediocrity has a price The prologue to our demise
The execution has begun Our last wish is to hold the gun
March on – to the beat of our drums In line with the rest of your kind Face down – as the new order comes Onward – and we leave all behind
In the end only actions speak clearly The deeds of our past remain to be paid In the end all mistakes are paid dearly But this time... shouldn’t be afraid
Mediocrity has a price The prologue to our demise
The execution has begun Our last wish is to hold the gun
In the end, we all fall to pieces Bodies and ideals falling like flies In the end we shall rest in pieces Writing the prologue to our own demiseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
