Once given a message To rise from the wreckage They say that the author Is dead in the water
The beasts of our darkest nights Are coming to life They're cutting into our spines And twisting the knife
Plagues falling from the sky Pull the wool over my eyes Slaves to a dying light Without the courage to fight
A violent reckoning The silence deafening
Hide from the storm, under the floor A prisoner of war Becoming deformed from all of the thorns Nothing to live for Never more, your body is worn A story so forlorn, but no life to mourn The fabric's torn
Losing your grip, a sinking ship As you drown in it The water within soaks into the skin Just like every sin you commit There's no medicine to cure all your ailments So open up and give in
Plagues falling from the sky Pull the wool over my eyes Slaves to a dying light Without the courage to fight
Once given a message To rise from the wreckage They say that the author Is dead in the water
No, no hope for us Sacrificing the human race for your personal gain Taking away everything that makes us feel alive We are servants to the hive
Slaving away Until we decay Fade into nothingness Just to be replaced
Plagues falling from the sky Pull the wool over my eyes Slaves to a dying light Without the courage to fucking fightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
