Woorden: White Light Riot. The Order.

The order
The order was mayhem
The messenger lied
But they?re on the line
Boots are tied tight
The waiting
The waiting is aching
Mouths dusted dry
Death is implied
Dare we ask why

Sympathy was the stepping stone
Lack of faith left us on our own
Followed through with deceptive plans
Left to fend while the order stands
Come on

The sightline
Our sightline is fading
Eyes are all blind
Aphasic minds are holding the keys
The ticking persists
We fail to resist
We?re suspect of truth
They fail to admit
Buy into this gimmick
Setting free

Sympathy was the stepping stone
Lack of faith left us on our own
Followed through with deceptive plans
Left to fend while the order stands
The sirens cry

The order
The order was mayhem
The messenger lied
But they?re on the line
Boots are tied tight
Now it?s too late
This is our fate
Why did we comply

Sympathy was the stepping stone
Lack of faith left us on our own
Followed through with deceptive plans
Left to fend while the order stands
The sirens cry