Текст песни Knives, Gears and Wires (feat. Swiblet) - Musiclide

Find a place to hide
Terror's lurking through the night
We're survivors
Maimed and forced to bite
Guard our fortress with your life
Or be slaughtered
Thought to keep in mind
We have met our fate with knives, gears and wires
Short of ways to die
Vengeance will arrive in time
Bring the fire

We're free until the final hour
This fate we cannot escape
No mistakes, no decay
Reborn a child to a monster
Seeking what we once were
More than words
With every single passing hour
We grow stronger with rage, with hatred, with power
Naive you're asking for a slaughter
Hell's not getting warmer
We'll return

Spirits on our own
Not a place to call our home
Well no longer
Bar the closest door
Don't forget about your torch
You're in danger
Keep close to the floor
Frantic footsteps echo more
Don't alarm her
Management's a chore
Injury's the price of war
We're together

We're free until the final hour
This fate we cannot escape
No mistakes, no decay
Reborn a child to a monster
Seeking what we once were
More than words
With every single passing hour
We grow stronger with rage, with hatred, with power
Naive you're asking for a slaughter
Hell's not getting warmer
We'll return

When the power dries
You should probably close your eyes
'Til the bell rings
The night's a lovely place
It's our land with no escape
What did you think?
We tried to say goodbye
But you would not let us die
Now we're roaming
We tried to say goodbye
But you wouldn't let us die
Now we're roaming!
Yeah

We're free until the final hour
This fate we cannot escape
No mistakes, no decay
Reborn a child to a monster
Seeking what we once were
More than words
With every single passing hour
We grow stronger with rage, with hatred, with power
Naive you're asking for a slaughter
Hell's not getting warmer
We'll return

(We're free until the final hour)
(This fate we cannot escape)
(No mistakes, no decay)
(Reborn a child to a monster)
(Seeking what we once were)
(More than words)
(With every single passing hour)
(We grow stronger with rage, with hatred, with power)
(Naive you're asking for a slaughter)
Hell's not getting warmer
We'll return