Paroles de Order of Decay

Clones of this world Opiate mass Robotic phantoms of men Bane through the screens Arms of decay Narcotic rush through the veins Cryonic cell Crawling in wheel Torn in a vile atmosphere Brought up to slave For others' gain Cry at this scene of despair Destroy the vital, honest self Utilize our souls And truth subjected motive serves Shaped to fool us all With Eyes decrypting Through codes discerning The lies eroding Unveiled shall always be Conflicts their game Crises their wings Control and power to fuel Systems depraved Masterly run Ancient or modern, renewed Trained in their art, from dawn of times Corrupted, modeled, refined Bringers of doubt, fear and disgrace Blades in the backs of our lives < Rep. Verse 3 >