Relapse - Interlace

A sick twist in the course of events

A sick twist in the course of events

A sick twist in the course of events

The prey’s become the hunter

A blunt knife has carved a scar

Straight through the sanctity

Cradle rocked violently

Where have we seen that barbed wire before?

Just where?

Just where?

Men reduced to numbers before

In the desert nothing grows

In the desert nothing grows

In the desert a payback state

Is inaugurated

And designed to grow hate

Demonize, you’ve paid the price

Emphasize your innate rights

Where have we seen them ghettos before?

Just where?

Just where?

Men reduced to numbers before

New alms for the bleeding hearts

New alms for the bleeding hearts

In the garden of bleeding hearts

We danced in silence

To the sound of shells

Well what did you expect to be?

A victim for eternity?

Relieved of animosity?

Excused to do as you please?

The stone throwers live in glass houses

The stone throwers live in glass houses

The stone throwers live in glass houses

You’ve been those numbers before