Die Glocke

The Hunt for zero point is still paved with good intentions It could only be red mercury to stab into the clock For every nation that falls there is an officer that turns Social service is the blood clot, the red skull overturns This massacre occurs in graves that are so narrow You're safe, you know you're safe But this fight's still yours to handle I guess i never play again I guess i never play again Do you feel it? Do you feel the blades inside you? In the wake of disaster He lives Personally taken away Hister lives in history Articles and psalmistry Hister's in america But if he dies, it's worse Judgment day Personally taken away Copyright infringement at it's finest There's no such thing as silver lining There's no more "punk rock" in my blood