From within the darkness roams
Terror being suffering
In search of a place to grow
Misery
Curse and cure
Friend and foe
This thing that isn't me
Grotesque obscene

A ghost without shape or form
Molest in vain
The bleeding can't stop
Docile lamb flocks

We're all dead
A scene of slaughter
Les gehts fuck
Graveyard of misplaced hope
Humanised
Dreams of Utopia die
Grotesque obscene

Broken/ I see myself as scum/ Worthy once
Now embroiled in futility/ Allies of enemies merge as one vague memory
Rebel, feel the cause and effect
A death wish to share/ Eat up little ones
Regurgitate the uprising shit/ Rhetoric without the gloss
I am you/ I hate you/ We are at war

Live by the sword/ Die by your word/ Whispers amplified to screams
When the numbers count/ No moral man will hear/ Deaf do us part
Crawl into a hole of meaningless disgrace/ Whose words?
I don't know/ When the voice you hear is the voice of a stranger

The black flag has been bleached/ Surrender
Blood-stained our colour turns to red
As one you drop into the abyss
One step ahead or behind
I leave you to stand in line

We're all dead
Les gehts fuck

When the light begins to fade
As the harsh coldness of life
Is revealed
Hope that once carried the soul
Annihilated
The days are numb
The nights aren't there
And I don't care anymore

Problem-Solution-Destruction-Freedom

Pull the trigger
Oppress this mind
The Lie eradicated

And I don't care anymore
We're dead