Besedila: Pandora's Dawn. Fractures In Existence.

:
They teach you to kill
Feed you with sin
Numbed
by your fears
You are not giving in

No space for regrets
No chance for an
end
Hand them their masks
Sit back and watch how

Existence is
dehumanized
Their breed destroys hope
Culutre is adapted so their
Profit isn
not interrupted

Armed to the teeth
Detached from reason
You believe
what
they preach

No space for regrets
No chance for an end
Hand them their
masks
Sit back and watch how

These traitors live among us
Ignored by the
mass
Disdained by no one
They keep on selling death

It?s time to stop your
apathy
Don?t trust their hollow lies
Stop feasting while others die

The
torch goes out
All hope dies out

The ones selling death are
the ones who
decide

All hope dies out