Songtext von The Blade Unmasked

Keep us silent And diverted Drug me, corporate gods We were eager To forget Now we hail the blade unmasked Toward death Toward the sun This needle poised in flesh Drink from this lunacy And bite the hand that made you man And when springtime comes With awkward little steps To the land that mourns for me Do not rush Do not fear The silent frequency (of lust) Toward death Toward the sun This needle poised in flesh Drink from this lunacy And bite the hand that made you man And the sun goes down And death is all around And the secret son lies down And death is here to drown And everything's falling down And death is but another crown