Front Line Assembly. Epitaph. Krank It Up. Zeneszám

The silence of your voice in me
Immortal severance to be free
Cold skin breaking, questions burn
Are you falling, will you ever learn?

There's murder in your eyes
No one gets out alive

The flood begins, no one wins
You feel like drowning in a sea of bliss
A fleeting moment, your chance is gone
[Incomprehensible] manifestation, right from wrong

Find the target, who's to blame?
Pull the trigger, then take aim
Psychotic warfare, it's all in vain
The price you pay for glory and fame

There's murder in your eyes
No one gets out alive
Somewhere a human cries
No one gets out alive

The silence of your voice in me
Immortal severance to be free

Casting shadows of our selves
Your body is trembling within itself
Stabbing statements, feeling pain
Find the gun, then take aim

There's murder in your eyes
No one gets out alive
Somewhere a human cries
No one gets out alive