Besedila: Dillinger Escape Plan. Panasonic Youth.

We wrote these plans, took the order, the architecture
And followed them to the end until the gears ground cold
And relentless, there was no remorse, we had none
We kept on with no trace of a regret
I never saw any blood, no soul for the body

Watch them turn her scab covered skin into stone like a coal
In the sky searching for the dawn for the last time
Bloated with white eyes wide, we've come to an understanding
You lose I profit high noon

And there ain't no secrets, no more excuses
Now our number's up, let them lead us by the throat
Now just smile while the rope pulls tighter
Guilty is an understatement, the hourglass is never right

Side up and all the time we try to tear the script up forgetting all the sour
For the sweet the paragraph has never been so empty
The mother dies with infant in arms, the lifeless test tube
Look what she's done, evolution gave us a clock that's always winding down