Muzzle Order - Twelve Tribes

Conspired across the neck

There’s new incentive for killing the messenger

Your war is our cancer

And I will hold its severed head I swear

Addiction loves the company of repulse

A beating heart will stop at nothing

To bury these words that curse me

I will bury these words

In case you’re right

I am bleeding

When you try to run

I will be there

For the hunted

For the vexation

We are the opposition

For the bleeding to stop

For the hundred thousand eyes shut

We are the cure

Let 'em run from the sword

Searing through the flames

The serpent and the static between thoughts

I was dead and behold I will rise with the sun

To burn in triumph

With silver on our eyes

The city’s on fire

This city’s on fire

This city’s on fire

In case you’re right

I am bleeding

When you try to run

I will be there

For the hunted

For the vexation

We are the opposition

For the bleeding to stop

For the hundred thousand eyes shut

We are the cure

Let 'em run

Cut them across the neck

My hands won’t let this fail

Your fate has been released

My heart with never hesitate