Some men believe. Animals aren't seen. Testing on their minds. Testing with their lives. You can't believe. Not even perceive. Animals that die. Animals that cry.
A clone force mass produced. Simulate introduce. Delinquent rank and file. Encode it, stamped and styled. . Ill affected progeny. Tasteless iconography.
Destroying lives of innocence, collateral dissonance. Malignant depravity. Faith based mob and their mentality. Bodies were falling, burning and screaming.
A man held hostage by this contagion. Alone, abandoned, in search of legion. Under pressure, under black skies. We must find the cure, before we die. .
A man held hostage by this contagion. Alone abandoned in search of legion. Under pressure under black skies. . We must find the cure before we die. I can see the bullets rip inside the crossfire.
Hammer down. The sickness. Wipe it out. Of existence. . Cut down corruption. Cut down infection. Scrape down. Wipe out. . Concrete. Concrete. Concrete.
Hammer down. The sickness. Wipe it out. Of existence. . Cut down infection. Cut down corruption. Scrape down. Wipe out. . Concrete. Concrete. . Concrete.
I don't want to live that way. I don't want to live that way. I don't want to live that way. I don't want to live that way. I don't want to live that way.
Ancient beliefs. Are a curse on mankind. Theories of punishment. Leading the blind. . Force the concept of mortality. Force attack to kill the disease.
There is no meaning in your death anymore. The words of your life no longer apply. Your prayers are just lies that fall on deaf ears. Faith has all been lost in our blood and tears.
Here in my car. I feel safest of all. I can lock all my doors. It's the only way to live in cars.. . Here in my car. I can only receive. I can listen to you.
Written & composed by Phil Wilde, Andy Janssens, Wanda Walker Janssens & Kate Ryan. . When my body feels tired. And my soul is weak. Then my eyes won't see.
Light gives birth to cold shadows. All our imaginations gone forever. Uninterrupted, the voice is in your head. The eyes are blind, you're controlled by fear.
Yeah! ha ha ha. Fatalistic error. Yeah!. Come and die! aargh hah ha. Come and die with me!. Die! die! come and die! die! die!. Come and die with me!. .
When we play our charade. We were like children posing. Playing at games, acting at names. Guessing the parts we play. . Oh, what a hit we made. We came on next to closing.
The beauty of eternal darkness. Now spreads across this land. Changing our reality. The end of time has come for man. . Barren wastelands. With nothing left alive.
Hold the sceptre to the sky. Hold it high to be cleansed. Climb the ancient stone. You child of innocence. . Take the sceptre. You who didn't crave it.
You grasped a pot of gold,. now it looks like lead.. On your path of hunger. the gold lies still ahead.. . At the end of the rainbow. another rainbow starts..