Coming Of The Scorpion

We are here

We are here

We are here

The doors are locked to the public while refusing the keys

Where silent voices once echoed, another form of disease

In secret dominions, night flies, smell that still smoking gun

No day we shall see rising if we should block the sun

Under the gallows, they will kick our chair

Our damaged sanity and consciousness

The scorpion's coming, a sting of the virus

Of chemical madness, asylum inside us

Salvation through needles, we all face the fire

The dark room alightened by flames growing higher

Binding of patterns, we can't break away

Every engraving erased in our heads

The scorpion's coming, a sting of the virus

Of chemical madness, asylum inside us

Whereabouts unknown

Whereabouts unknown

Whereabouts unknown

The doors are locked to the public while refusing the keys

Where silent voices once echoed, another form of disease

Under the weight, our pillars crack to dust without trace

One antidote through corruption rocketing minds into space

What is the primal source of power now

That we orbit on this earth? Will we survive?

The scorpion's coming, a sting of the virus

Of chemical madness, asylum inside us

Salvation through needles, we all face the fire

The dark room alightened by flames growing higher

We were here

We were here