Our Sector (feat. Flowdan)

Demons and martyrs Gods for the [?] Rats and vermin That's just the starters Can smell it in the air No one got pardoned Real warfare No fruits in the garden Whether it rains or not The whole cycle stopped Gunpowder and bone marrow That's poison the crops Gonna have to grow our locks Lace up the [?] and shocks We're only getting started Out of nowhere it stops Ready for survival Some of them depend on bible Infection's already gone viral So the probe is about to bе stifled Problems Immune to thе [?] So we handle the bis like a cyborg There's danger on every other sidewalk No behaviour, when we [?] walk Proudly looking for the victim Got a hunger, we've never been deeper Signed up to be a part of the system But the system [?] with no leader Stayed with [?] non-believers God the saviour's never gonna feed you Victory is sweet, a revolution is sweeter Defend our sector Extend our sector Put in hours in a sector [?] with power in our sector Defend our sector Extend our sector Put in hours in a sector [?] with power in our sector Defend our sector Extend our sector Put in hours in a sector [?] with power in our sector Defend our sector Extend our sector Put in hours in a sector Survey the sector, look for resistance Make sure you keep your distance A lot of leg work and blisters You have a cancer named [?] We're looking for the signs and symptoms Travelling miles in a blizzard Severing ties with scissors Send them to the skylight wizards Cuz we're the permanent fixtures Journey is not for beginners Sample cooler than mixtures We start the chinese whispers Once upon a time we were tyrants Now they label us sinners The dark side is always enticing Every survivor is a killer Saviour's never gonna feed you Every survivor is a killer Defend our sector Extend our sector Put in hours in a sector [?] with power in our sector Defend our sector Extend our sector Put in hours in a sector [?] with power in our sector Watch them divide and scatter They want no part in the matter Hand them the cloak and dagger With no debate or chatter Every guy [?] Till the grave we're make them stagger Six foot deep is a last stop We keep climbing the ladder No fresh food for the platter No dessert in the ghetto No one provide any cover No one to rescue your brother Memories of a significant other Live and delivered in color Better get used to the squalor Otherwise your a gonner Saviour's never gonna feed you