Die Sektor The Just Will Be Silenced
My love is my anger, a hook right in the gut
A tongue just like a razor, so just keep your mouth shut
The whole host of angels sent to decay
Scatter and crash through all chosen stains
In their reflections all I have failed
See through my eyes the circles of hell
My anger is on fire, so raise the output higher
And if my sin is sanctuary
Against the world I run contrary
Drums from below that toil in the dark
Are guiding the terror into your heart
If I could mimic your futile faith
I'm the bullet from the gun of wrath
My anger is on fire, so raise the output higher
I am the fault that is not overcome
The destroyer the rage, the sum of confession
Here in the storm hand strain to hold on
Perpetually in flames and no place to run
