Worning - Noise** dalszöveg

Order, power, silence
I don’t want it to cause a bleeding wound on my heart
Order, power, silence
I know very well it would taint my soul once and for all


Head on the walls, vein in my neck
It blows up, because is squashed by the decibel
Here there is only one power, I rule the noise
Join me so you can understand it, too


My life became a noise
Thus perhaps I won’t sin
Side with us, it will be much better
Music means everything to me