Packed In Purgatory Lyrics

Reaping the wind,

take another breath,

one stop closer leads to another death

World without order takes it start

Corrupted figures don't know their parts

The day remains black as midnight

As the fallen reap from the in sight

Who are we to play a god?

Power consumes and blinds like fog

Grip your guns, we'll go to war

Who to fight. We'll pass you the torch

Hear the voice, breathe the fire,

We put pain back into desire

You wish you may

You wish you might

Now go and kill all in sight

Battered and broken,

Unholy and unspoken

The means of a hero considered to be a fellow

But with great means comes great sorrow

Consider the pain

Tears falling down like rain

From the heavens above

Puncture the hearts of the living and the sane

Don't you see

This pain will never cease

Fighting for no reason, not one sense of your liberty

Lost souls on bloody seas

Doesn't help the weakened praying on bloody knees

This is no game, this is called war

Something not needed, something so uncalled for

You speak of liberty

We speak of uncertainty

Cant you see this is just some bloody hypocrisy ?

We fear no enemy

Already have been driven to insanity

This life is what you call some

God damn ****ing abnormality.

Play your god, play your part

The worlds your stage, and lock our freedoms within a cage

Diabolical factions satisfy your taste

The world as we know it

Is sure at stake.