Artillery Turn Up The Rage
The puppeteer from hell
Pulling every single string he can reach
But some strings, they are invisible
For the devil to see
Now that I've seen, seen your true face
I don't know what to believe
You are blocking everything
That I may care for
You are slowly shooting me down
I've closed the gates and blinded
His sight to my beating heart
Turn, turn up the rage – build up the bars
You'll never imprison my soul
I have an angel – one you can't see
Who's making me whole
The claws of despair
Came crawling in
Tried to rip me apart
No force will come, will come through
And keep me away from you
Turn, turn up the rage – build up the bars
You'll never imprison my soul
I have an angel – one you can't see
Who's making me whole
It felt like a thousand knives in my heart
When it ripped us apart
Now that I've seen, seen your true face
I don't know what to believe
Turn, turn up the rage – build up the bars
You'll never imprison my soul
I have an angel – one you can't see
Who's making me whole
