Knives, Gears and Wires (feat. Swiblet)

Find a place to hide Terror's lurking through the night We're survivors Maimed and forced to bite Guard our fortress with your life Or be slaughtered Thought to keep in mind We have met our fate with knives, gears and wires Short of ways to die Vengeance will arrive in time Bring the fire We're free until the final hour This fate we cannot escape No mistakes, no decay Reborn a child to a monster Seeking what we once were More than words With every single passing hour We grow stronger with rage, with hatred, with power Naive you're asking for a slaughter Hell's not getting warmer We'll return Spirits on our own Not a place to call our home Well no longer Bar the closest door Don't forget about your torch You're in danger Keep close to the floor Frantic footsteps echo more Don't alarm her Management's a chore Injury's the price of war We're together We're free until the final hour This fate we cannot escape No mistakes, no decay Reborn a child to a monster Seeking what we once were More than words With every single passing hour We grow stronger with rage, with hatred, with power Naive you're asking for a slaughter Hell's not getting warmer We'll return When the power dries You should probably close your eyes 'Til the bell rings The night's a lovely place It's our land with no escape What did you think? We tried to say goodbye But you would not let us die Now we're roaming We tried to say goodbye But you wouldn't let us die Now we're roaming! Yeah We're free until the final hour This fate we cannot escape No mistakes, no decay Reborn a child to a monster Seeking what we once were More than words With every single passing hour We grow stronger with rage, with hatred, with power Naive you're asking for a slaughter Hell's not getting warmer We'll return (We're free until the final hour) (This fate we cannot escape) (No mistakes, no decay) (Reborn a child to a monster) (Seeking what we once were) (More than words) (With every single passing hour) (We grow stronger with rage, with hatred, with power) (Naive you're asking for a slaughter) Hell's not getting warmer We'll return