Pretty Maids Terminal Violence
Do you feel the penetration
Do you feel their pins
The masters of manipulation
Pulling in their strings
Beyond the walls of power
In the high command
The high and mighty
Imposing you masterplan
Caught in a world
Where you don´t have a say
Terminal violence
This is a nightmare
Hell is here to stay
Under surveillance
Every single day
Terminal violence
Caught in a system
You can´t slip away
Can you feel the coldness
In a sick society
In an Orwell frame of mind
Among friendly enemies
They drag you deeper
As you reach for higher ground
They chase and scare you
Like a fox among the hounds
Caught in a world
Where you don´t have a say
Terminal violence
This is a nightmare
Hell is here to stay
Under surveillance
Every single day
Terminal violence
Caught in a system
You can´t slip away
You´ll never get out of here
The more you see
The more you hate
The more you give
The more they take
Tied up and locked in no escape
Caught in a world
Where you don´t have a say
Terminal violence
This is a nightmare
Hell is here to stay
Under surveillance
Every single day
Terminal violence
Caught in a system
You can´t slip away
Can´t slip away
