This wind blows cold
From every direction
There is an ancient saying
I know it, how could we forget
But this gold weighs in heavy
And the tide seems so low
We sleep in our future's ashes
Echo the evil dreams of Guantanamo!

Behold the rotting of the west
Hide between the lines on your television set...

Tread lightly my child
The sentries are out tonight
Tread lightly my child
Searching eyes will find us
If we do not go now

Yes, there is a saying
But the tongue
Seems numb
My ears are filled with white noise
My eyes drowned in blood
These neon lights surround me
A blanket deceivingly warm
Or are they really preying eyes
On lambs, without a voice

Confirmation and control
Violently takes the leading role
Silver screen carnage like the days of old
Funny how destruction looks
Better from above

Tread lightly my child
The sentries are out tonight
Tread lightly my child
Searching eyes will find us
If we do not go now

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