Woorden: Circle Of Contempt. Color Lines.

Everyone had the same rules,
But still they had to cheat and play this game wrong.
Why do they lie? Why do they deceive?
This generation colonized the four corners of this Earth as its playground,
To kill its own genus.
Was trust only a word?
Who is venom to our truths?
Where are the ?ones? whose rumors have wrong colors?
Seek these ?ones?, Seek these ?ones? tear the last knife from your back.
Is there still someone somewhere,
Who is venom to our truths?
Seek these ?ones?, tear the last knife from your back.
Was trust only a word? One syllable away from attack
Was trust only a word? One fucking syllable away from attack

(Thanks to jordan for these lyrics)