Written & composed by Phil Wilde, Andy Janssens, Kate Ryan & Steven Tracey. . Now I don't need nobody's persuasion. To get this party off of the ground.
Like the knife into my back,. Cold hate within my spine,. Freezing my nerves,. This slow death consumes my mind,. Shock waves through my soul,. Compounding my fears,.
Like the knife into my back. Cold hate within my spine. Freezing of my nerves. This slow death consumes my mind. . Shock waves through my soul. Compounding my fears.
A tortured whipping dog defiled. Stalked by oblivion and denial. Scarring lacerations. Hopeless devastation. . The cuts, cut deeper. The cuts, cut deeper.
You'll never take my soul. You'll never take my soul. . The next generation in synchronization, devoid and astray. Burned and defenseless against the relentless hacking machine.
Fear me not but fear my hell. Man made me so I could kill. Praise me in the name of war. I destroy both rich and poor. Praise me in the name of war. I destroy both rich and poor.
My chains are paper thin, and they're welded with ink. Sealed inside a legal trap, so tight blood don't leave. A contract with a devil, for a life of disdain.
Machines are paper thin, and they're welded with ink. Sealed inside a legal trap, so tight with a leak. A contract with the Devil for a life of distain.
Shock, shock. Shock, shock. . Welcome to my world. Headfirst to the earth. With my sights on the goddamned kill switch. I've become a fuse charged with attitude.
Skin. Your scars. Surface is. Rusty blades. . [Chorus:]. Self immolation crying out. Self immolation crying out. Self immolation crying out. Self immolation crying out.
Hey you, wake up. Open your swollen eyes. Erosion invades your mind. A cancer that grows over time. . Hey you, rise up. Rise to fight, eliminate. Burn your fuse to detonate.
Jesus, Lord of my salvation, Savior of my soul.. Send me out to the world to make you known.. Jesus, King of every nation, this worlds only hope.. Send me out to the world to the world to make you know..
Invade and encompass to judge and dissect. Witness and persecute to serve and protect. To serve and protect, to serve. To serve and protect, to serve.
Invade and encompass to judge and dissect. Witness and persecute to serve and protect. To serve and protect, to serve. To serve and protect, to serve.
Cry, cry, cry, cry. . Wires around your arms. Like wires around your head. A crucifix of me. Above your bed. . I've seen your wounds. That you can't hide.
Written & composed by Phil Wilde, Andy Janssens, Steven Tracey & Kate Ryan. . I cannot see you but I know you're there. To awaken my heart tonight. There's a dream I will follow.
Woo. . Won't you believe it. It's just my luck. Won't you believe it. It's just my luck. Won't you believe it. It's just my luck. Won't you believe it.
Judges have decimated. Meanings of our laws. Already guilty?. Something has a flow. Wrongly accused. Blindly confused. Open your eyes. Try to realize.
Fall in denial of. I break I give into myself. Control, I break. I cannot be saved again. Before you take all that was to be mine. Give in because everything you taught will become.
Lets do us a favor. And talk in the morning. When we both give a fuck. Cause I might spill these beans. Shit might hit the fan. And well both end up stuck.