Descent
This year's our death,
It's time to conform.
This is our time,
To break off a label.
The tyrants will march,
Faith is a number.
Ghosts walk the streets,
This is our nation.
Living in silence,
No more lies,
Face your fears,
Out of time,
Lost.
And now I am here (To celebrate),
Standing in the shadow of a nation.
And now I'll die alone (Wasting away)
Sleeping in the wake of devastation.
I'm selling myself to the highest bidder,
I have never known the taste of freedom.
No more lies,
Face your fears,
Out of time,
Lose my faith.
And when the clock strikes midnight we'll be looking down this barrel,
Of a destiny to be less than everything.
No more lies,
Face your fears,
Out of time,
Lose my faith.
And in this storybook only the pure of heart will be alive,
All other nations will fail to resurrect.
Will we be blinded by the lights of corporations?
As a slave I will conform to the new nation.
And time in the end,
Nothing will matter.
All will be lost & we'll be forgotten.
Manual labor is a lost cause,
I can't turn back the time,
Forget what I've done.