Break out The sickness spreads and we rejoice The fall of government is how we come to life
The horror, the colour Our future is bright Inception, redemption Multiply before we starve
And so it begins The culling, the rapture The total loss of hope
Now we hold on to what we used to know We lack the means to grow We are so cold, lacking the will to push Something's gotta give
There are people hanging from the trees You see the people taking pictures, You believe
You've seen it all by now We have no self-control The dormant national sophisticated whore
False control, sense of hope Calls you out, shows your throatTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
