Lurid State - One-Fifty-One Lyrics
Something that is left for dead cannot be trustedBlades that are buried are not enough, albeit braveI've walked the fire, i've burnt the blade, i've watched those instincts dieNo wind, no timeIt's all in rustAs it lives, so shall it dieAs it breeds, and multipliesSo it lives, and yet it sighs, medicatedPatience upon the weakLet it control your veinsBut does it still hold you in the grip of a great machineYou've seen the fall, you've dropped the blade, you let perceptions dieYou're in the gearsIt's all in rustAs it lives, so shall it dieAs it breeds, and multipliesPull your masters to the walls and hold your enemies with hands of godBurn in hellPull your masters to the wolves and hold your enemies with hands of god