Woorden: Napalm Death. Words From The Exit Wound. Devouring Depraved.

Fall in line, a race to sacrifice
Blood red highs, select and televise
Fall in line, a race to sacrifice
Blood red highs, detract desensitize

Drainin' my lack of perception
Feeding the strength of remorse
Accepting these mute aggressions
Foreseeing the truth once more

No one is listening

Fall in line, a race to sacrifice
Blood red highs, select and televise
Fall in line, a race to sacrifice
Blood red highs, detract desensitize

Pushing connection to failure
Defacing our strength of worth
No loyalty here for the twisted
No savior for the perverse

This season treason

Come so far just to go back
To escape the wrath
The potential craving lunacy

Conducting reaction in fractions
Judgments collective inapt
Addiction for this, the solution
Devouring, depraved, take the axe

Fall in line, a race to sacrifice
Blood red highs, select and televise
Fall in line, a race to sacrifice
Blood red highs, detract desensitize

Fall in line, a race to sacrifice
Blood red highs, select and televise
Fall in line, a race to sacrifice
Blood red highs, detract desensitize