Album: Extraction
So quick to take away what we consider precious
When they're done with us they'll be coming for you
So quick to take away what we consider precious
When they're done with us they'll be coming for you
The elite has become synonymous with with the fallen
What you consider love is a twisted lie
You leave no room for correction
What you consider moral is a fallacy
This is it
One by one
Loaded up
Into your prisons
This is it
One by one
Loaded up
Into your prisons
It's not so easy
To take a stand
When the weapon you created is used against you
Speech
Limited
Death
Evident
Work of the bringers of doom
With their eyes rolled back
Speech
Limited
Death
Evident
Work of the bringers of doom
With their eyes rolled back
Sentenced to the same fate
You chose for your victims
How does it feel to become exactly what you hate
The blood is on your hands
The blood is on your hands
The blood of a child will not save you
The blood of the innocent will not save you
The blood is on your hands
You subject our world to hate
You sentence our future to pain
This is it
One by one
Loaded up
Into your prisons
This is it
One by one
Loaded up
Into your prisons
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