Outcast a time of war, when mankind lost control of life and death, under surveillance
I watch the children pray, while god just turns away out in the ruins they seek shelter These streets were once my home, but those golden days are gone, now I'm fighting to survive Stone cold, the end of our dream
The sword is on the street, it's kill or to be killed with no exception you are on your own
We should have seen it all along, the writings on the wall, tell me what have we become
Stone cold ...
Who do you belive in now, when the prophecy came true, the final deja vu