New World Torture - While She Sleeps

We are the underground

They know nothing of our sound

We are the underground

They know nothing of our sound

This one’s for the pigs at the top

You know nothing of us, you know nothing of us

We’re in the gutter singing «we won’t give up»

With our fingers crossed, baptized in blood

Sick of watching with our mouths sewn shut

Raise the flag, sound alarms

Look at the state of me, you, us

Brainwashed

Are you skeptic, born and bred negative?

Are you dead set suffering, giving up?

Are you spoon fed, coughing up the ignorance?

Are you brain dead, loathing, pulling at teeth?

Kill or cure

This is new world torture

Kill or cure

This is new world torture

If we have to kill the living to live

Prescribe plague and clean our slates with disease

We won’t follow, they’ll lead us straight to the grave

There’s no sorrow, convinced the answer’s in the dust and debris

We’re fighting fighting with fighting

Our unity is divided, this is the system declining on us

Put a nail in my coffin and light it up

Our condition is critical

If we have to kill the living to live

Prescribe plague and clean our slates with disease

We won’t follow, they’ll lead us straight to the grave

There’s no sorrow, convinced the answer’s in the dust and debris

Seamless as it was before the winter came

The trenches will shelter our young, while we ration others save

We came paired for the worst, frantic, out of luck

Chosen by our tragedies to make the best of us