control, for the mark of the beast All rights removed, you're punished, captured, and enslaved Believe me when I say, this is the endgame!
It?s time to take your last walk in this world before your journey begins underground. Not before we torment you from here, sent straight to hell! Shortest
Far off on the horizon you can barely see their torches But rest assured they're out there and they're coming If you listen, the sound is growing nearer
Your such a pretty face, radiant I saw you across the room, I knew I had to have you I started the chase I knew I would do anything to take your hand
For this I was chosen Because I fear nothing With confidence I tread through the dead of night Off to another wartorn faraway battlefields Wherein lies
I barely get to the graveyard shift on time After pulling another grueling 9 to 5 I live from credit card to check The paper money's whirling by And
The quiet war has begun with silent weapons And the new slavery is to keep the people Poor and stupid, "Novus Ordo Seclorus" How can there be any logic