Apocalypse Rising

The game of separation, each play is infiltration

At every turn they breathe down, down our necks

Wilted flowers, pawns of the founders

The pigs raised their weapons, one step towards armageddon

Is it the time to strike, strike or protect?

Weathered statues, hail long lost values

Can't trust the words, can't trust the faces

Apocalypse rising, the wreckage leaves all displaced now

Apocalypse rising

Broken link, human condition

Dying for survival is a suicidal mission

Broken link, a life of toil

Dying for survival is finding bliss in turmoil

Can't trust the words

Can't trust the face

The landscape's changing shape

The honored dead can't escape

Questioning if blood runs too thin

The hellscape's consumed fate

Dishonored dead pull no weight

Witness apocalypse rising now

Apocalypse rising

Broken link, human condition

Dying for survival is a suicidal mission

Broken link, a life of toil

Dying for survival is finding bliss in turmoil