Woorden:
Intense As Our Army Grows

kill or cure Why all of your mind games When you don't want to play Why did you target me? Was I a goal to achieve? We struggle everyday As our lives

You get this feeling, you've been here before But can't acknowledge the feelings source Believed the bearer, of the

Flesh form of the Video Word Total transformation Become the gun Pointed at the ones whose Work I'd begun Thy will be done Fight back Against the ones who'd rule our

Other consciences are ruling me Learn to live in this strange new world Can't tell my waking life from dreams Lost alone in this strange new world Where nothing's ever as

you see See not What lies between the lines Invading our biology Inanimate, unaware, bovine for the kill You rot away, from inside As we exert our will