Sundown - Judgement ground dalszöveg

silence from within these walls
spread the virus among you all
embryos of apocalyptic minds
- my kind
nerves all twisted in a knot
the little things that they forgot
hatred - sweet like syrup on my tongue
- so young
sinking down in the deep
screams will cradle them to sleep
vengeance in the hearts of guilty men
- what then
fragments of what used to be
crawl in shame for all to see
cut the strings - the marionette lies still
- first kill