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