I.O.S.. Isurrected. Zeneszám

Verse 1:
Whatever happened?
Our evil ways?
You set us straight.
Or so you say.
Nothing dreampt?
Nothing else?
I'm on the shelf.
Until you pay.

Verse 2:
So help me God.
Is there a God?
He might of died.
Or is nothing there?
The pain I feel.
It's much too real.
I better steal.
Or it's not fair.

It's not fair.

The pain I bear.
It's not fair.
The pain I bear.

Verse 3:
I'm in the void.
Paranoid.
Too annoyed.
Of everyone.
They're much too quiet.
No more roits.
I hear no liars.
Something's wrong.

Something's wrong.
I feel unstrong.
Something's wrong.
I feel unstrong.