Soulless - Tactical Sekt

Blood boils

Counting the seconds

The demons inside me wail

Between the sheets

I tear the satin

Like a train come off the rails

Crash, crass evil

21st century soulless people

I’m so tired

Escaping consciousness

I wrestle sleeps prevailing winds

City to city

Nation to nation

I thank the devil for all my sins

Crash, crass evil

21st century soulless people

Soulless people

Scourge of the light

Pound of flesh

For creatures of the night

Crash, crass evil

Were all going to die!

If you want to live forever

Prepare these wings for flight