Woorden: Tea Party. Transmission. Army Ants.

Bring on
Bring on the absolute
A walk on the water
Will lead you to slaughter

No one will feel you
No one will hear you

Bring on
Bring on the brave new world
And tied to condition
A slave to submission

No one will feel you
No one will hear you

All that I need is a way to deceive
The eyes of the end
I could rise once again
And still shine on

Crawl
Crawl on your hands and knees
A blind from the vision
The dawn of decision

No one will feel you
No one will hear you

All that I need is a way to deceive
The eyes of the end
I could rise once again

All that I need is a way to deceive
The eyes of the end
I could rise once again
And still shine on