Paroles de Paranova

Will the hard or soft target be the one that they take When the rites are going down? Will this terrible silence be broken with agitated Calls to hunt you down? When the stage is set, the line is drawn The curtains up, the lights are on And you’re on your own When the fever’s set, the crowd is hot, The gloves are off, the knives are out And you’re on your own Where the song has gone to grain Here the faceless conjugate and breed