We're biting our tongue, (biding our time), an apperition; awoken with an urge to own and occupy
Who ever said this was easy?
A majesty's massacre floods the fields of red Blood on your body naturally rushes the blood to your head
And now with our hands in line, these arms move tonight
And we cry "we can not allow this," "This is terrible." With ideals we're idle as they lust for more. But oh, if we settle the score we'd never been so excited to see you before.
In the cradle you're helpless, but on our feet we are fatal. How we evolve and grow into twisted beasts with desire for disorder.
Oh! What a terrible, terrible game we play. Replacing a bond for a body and the players; politicians who say what they need to say.
What would you say...?
Now, with hands aligned, arms move tonight. Here with abrasive eyes, pain in plain sight.
And we cry "we can not allow this." "This is terrible." With ideals we're idle as they lust for more. But oh, when we settle the score we'd never been so excited to see you before.
Oh, when I think about your eyes Oh, when I think about your smile Oh, when I dream about your lies