Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Speyer
David Speyer
Songwriter
Aksel Ro
Aksel Ro
Songwriter
Mads Flindt
Mads Flindt
Songwriter

Lyrics

This is what is best
You'll thank us when all of our shares are paid
Secrecy's paramount
Though you would never dare
We've perfected this construct
When we're finished here
They'll be astronomically fucked
Let us divide the glory and the gold
Be the Alpha and be the Omega
Be the comfort to the frightened ones
Buying what only we sold
Bet they don't feel so safe right now
Bet they regret what must go down
Tried to hide and failed to run
From Entropy's conquest one by one
Bet they felt not so clever anymore
Died off as they coughed and swore
Tried to make their own history
But Entropy claimed the victory
Mentioning my only son
As if I would just forget
How he became fatherless
And the fingers, how they'd point at me
Neglected that we're all so despicable
That I'd murder us, waste everything
Just so he can feel my lament
Bet they don't feel so safe right now
Bet they regret what must go down
Tried to hide and failed to run
From Entropy's conquest, one by one
Chaos here, there… chaos everywhere
But most significant
By some miracle or because it was fate
It died in this complex before it was too late
At midnight the doors, they were unlocked
The vault where it was stored had been opened
The scientists who were to profit
Inquired in vain as to what was broken
Then something began not to feel right
The aching and nausea took hold of them
If their errors were ever realized
It weren't soon enough
They were all condemned
At 12:19 lockdown was ordered
By our de facto guardian angel
Who took those matters into her own hands
Chose all their deaths to be painful
But that is how it ends
She almost did fall
Completely from grace
But somehow she came around
Saving us all
Horror-painted faces
Hysteria in the hallways
Their insides were like rugs to the floors
And everyone knew they had paid
No disclosure needed
Their lungs felt it without doubt
And no surrender was necessary
'Cause all they could do was cry out
Bet they don't feel so safe right now
Bet they regret what has gone down
Tried to hide and failed to run
From Entropy's conquest every single one
Bet they felt not so clever anymore
Died off as they coughed and swore
By some miracle, fate perhaps
Their grotesque creation was their own collapse
Written by: Aksel Ro, Aksel Ro Langhoff, David Speyer, David Speyer Larsen, Mads Flindt
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