Claw the barcodes from our necks to fail and rot away Under the shadow of night, escape the holding camp You're alone with your favourite piece Living a lie on your lying seat
We are the Plague, Plague in the system (Unafraid) Could you lock your own prison? Could you make your own decision? We are the Plague, Plague in the system (Unafraid)
The feeling below me, the violence aloft My heart is pounding and my guns are crossed Be it explosives, or sword, or stone, or my bare hands Polar caps to burning sands, the blood is on your hands War's on its way Dead, dead Death in a time machine
We are the plague, plague in the system (Unafraid)
The feeling below me, the violence aloft My heart is pounding and my guns are crossed Be it explosives, or sword, or stone, or my bare hands Polar caps to burning sands, the blood is on your hands
Can't take my life away!
Facing all that's left with all confused around me My unit of soldiers makes its own peace Covering over their waste And then you stab me too fast, my friend I'm losing myself in the ash again All is broken, sitting alone You're always a vulture, this is the Whore.
We are the plague, plague in the system (Unafraid)
Grow till the all titans fall, claw for the answers
Your cooperation is required. Compliance with our system is the only option that will be tolerated. To deviate is to defy The State. The State will remain. Order must be maintained. Without order everyone is at risk. Food rations will be withheld until order is restored. Children will be returned after the unrest has subsided. Mandatory thought scans will continue at selected checkpoints until all threats are contained. Senior citizens have been contained for fuel processing, as reserve supplies have been sabotaged. We act on behalf of you for your safety. Until the so-called Snipers Of Babel are brought to justice martial law will be executed with Extreme prejudiceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
