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