Songtexte Strike - Fyrce Muons

I have the patience of a down landed scopes
Evolution
Reservations in the world resist
Kama Sutra
Waiting for another past life tense
Resurrection
Petty lives are lost but nothing gained
From the mayhem
Worried in my mind is
Golden in a victory
Shame on us for killing children
Reservations in a manger
Instigate a pleasure
Killing is a torture
Civilian population
Part of every feeding
To see the actions of a blood fueled peasantry
At a crossroads
Sympathetic to a blinding shrapnel
It's a mind fuck
Cannons blazing in a white hot mischief
As you call it
Concentration camps are built by cynics
With a head fuck