Texty:
Twelve Tribes The Rebirth Of Tragedy

Prepare yourselves a new war has come upon the sons of man. Lines have been drawn called to fire choked by thirst we speak in terms of a forgotten world

Praise the new drug! Your routine is the latest trend and you're wearing your enslavement like a prescrition fashion statement. HALLELUJAH! Your progress

I walk inside a facelife made of conflct, the contents defeat the purpose because I live outside a makeshift heart it was always red plastic and cold

I resort to impulse to escape the living face down in your indifference waiting to fall in line and i was never impressed with your addiction to consience

Welcome to the inside the dim light of revolution personifiedwhere your god is an assortment of colors and lines in the city some days i hear the train