Paroles de The Watcher

Open wide The mouth of your civilization Enter from the south The kiss of swift sweeping death Miasma clouds the air Drink deep of your mortal libation As blackened boils swell You question your pontification The great equalizer In a shroud of pestilence The great silencer of man Is this real? Masked men walk the streets Poking at the heaps Of yesterday's vital sons The great equalizer In a shroud of pestilence The great silencer of man What I've lost What I've become A seeker in the dark Alone Across the continents A plague rides On the backs of rats Seeking a host Warm, sweet Social animals So unaware So unaware The great equalizer In a shroud of pestilence The great silencer of man