Condition Red -

Crawling out of the terror intent

Vicious mayhem that surrenders the victimized

Social illness as a fake premise

Covert intentions that betray the feeble minds

Captives in thrall, unable to carry on

In a world defiled as a wasteland

Timeless plot, to wage dependency

Perennial lines of a fissured nation

Mass distraction, fractured state

Left abandoned to our fate

Drawn the blind

Condition red

Trample the poor

Utter disorder

A scrawled disaster

Bodies strewn across the floor

Erase tomorrow and spread the sorrow

Time to unleash your revolt, time to rise against

Hold your ground, raise your voice and spark revenge

Come down and see a truth disclosed

Deceit is shoved down my throat

Captives in thrall, unable to carry on

In a world defiled as a wasteland

Unfailing plot, the pawns of tragedy

Perennial lines of a fissured nation

Shattered past, hopeless future

Killing ground, exploitation

Drawn the blind

Condition red

Trample the poor

Utter disorder

Land of peace, land of blood

Erase tomorrow and spread the sorrow

Time to unleash your revolt, time to rise against

Hold your ground, raise your voice and spark revenge

Blood for blood

Falling down