Torn in disarray, Hear now what I say Brand your people, let them go Send them on their way Worn the fired plead, give them what they need Kill your people let them die Before they plant the seed Born, the black creation Sure, to never die
In crimson sorrow rise, not to compromise No one knows where the cold wind blows Until it's in their eyes In guarded disbelief, the crimson turns to grief The loyalty you knew so well Now stuck between your teeth Born, in desolation Sure, to never die I am, God's creation I see the light of death Within your eyes
Breath the devil's creation With a mouthful of flies I am the scourge of the nation Harbored within your eyes
Never wore the crimson red Never thorns adorned the head When was what we used to be Now is what we'll always see Left unto compacency To right the wrong conspiracy Never what you used to see With eyes adorned in misery Choose commit right or wrong The road reaming ever long Truth in anger's compromise That shine the lies within your eyes Never was mistaken, nevere was the prize Never unforsaken, hide within your eyes Never an illusion, the ever rising tide This the constitution, harbored in your eyesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
