To start a downward trend The faceless shapes revenge Is this a rally high A uniform no tie
The mood of bloodless hordes Your nervous twitch gets worse A smell of gel in hair The colours on their hair
And all that I can see The shapes move over me Were you just tempted from the start The sound of trouble roars The wanting more and more I cannot follow you this way
Identify to me The raceless hordes I see A groan of modern yore A taste that's sweet or sour
Endangered Species I Dyed trying to tie the tie Instinct or to destruct Is this life or is this life?
And all that I can see The shapes move over me The sound of trouble roars The wanting more and more