Testi:
Coroner Punishment For Decadence

and tears My brain...injected, information...infected I'm absorbed lost in my storm I've got to stop and clear my conscience I've got to look for another

I saw his face, on every channel His slogans in all the papers I heard people, repeat his words I saw them shouting, his flag in their hands I saw him

I don't know what's going on I don't know what's happend to you Yesterday we were one Now, I don't even know your name Standing in front of a wall Hitting

Wake up step out of your dream come out of the mire Realize what they do think about what you do Is this what I live for or a dream I die for Where is

debris They never hear news without a fear They never understand the game, the sense, the plan They never feel injuries that heal Proud to die for faith