Racetraitor The Rise
Stand up...do you hear the songs of redemption coughed
out from blackened lungs?...as the bittered martyred
voices harvest the songs to ruins...ruins...pump the
veins with blood and demons...to breed havoc baptized in
venom...the screams turn to whispers and we forget
it...do you see the streets turn cold and red?...as
millions of swollen hands are unable to close or
clinch...in a cycle of filth the rewards are reaped in
ruins...ruins...and now we're safe...with blood in our
own mouths...swallowed in faith...spit it out...the fear
soaks in...pointing the way to the horizon...do we choke
on our sins?
