Pandora
Open Pandora
Open Pandora
Violent twitching towards the closing void
Through a maze of tortured pines
Where life withers as one
Broken kin, broken kind
All who tread through the oil-soaked sea
Deserve the fate of the sinking sky
Our time here is not long
Broken kin, broken kind
Hide your hells in the dirt
Where the dead define you
Hide your hells here on earth
Where death will find you
Open Pandora
Open Pandora
The curse of coercion
Two sides of a horrid mask
Distorted dependence
Loyalists to the falsest flags
Wet work on the wasteland
White washing the rubble
It's never too many graves
It's always not enough shovels
Stand in the eye of the storm
Stand in the eye of the storm
Stand in the eye of the storm
All is calm but then comes the killing
All is calm but then comes the killing
Open Pandora
Open Pandora
Too many graves
Not enough shovels
It's never too many graves
It's always not enough shovels
Hide your hells in the dirt
Where the dead define you
Hide your hells here on earth
Where death will find you
Turbines shriek
In smokestack sermons
True call to nature
The mortal burden
The mother sleeps
In the blood of the future
The dead define you
Now death will find you
A world driven by extinction
Only ends in extinction
Death will find you
Open Pandora
Violent twitching towards the closing void
Through a maze of tortured pines
Where life withers as one
Broken kin, broken kind
All who tread through the oil-soaked sea
Deserve the fate of the sinking sky
Our time here is not long
Broken kin, broken kind
Hide your hells in the dirt
Where the dead define you
Hide your hells here on earth
Where death will find you
Open Pandora
Open Pandora
The curse of coercion
Two sides of a horrid mask
Distorted dependence
Loyalists to the falsest flags
Wet work on the wasteland
White washing the rubble
It's never too many graves
It's always not enough shovels
Stand in the eye of the storm
Stand in the eye of the storm
Stand in the eye of the storm
All is calm but then comes the killing
All is calm but then comes the killing
Open Pandora
Open Pandora
Too many graves
Not enough shovels
It's never too many graves
It's always not enough shovels
Hide your hells in the dirt
Where the dead define you
Hide your hells here on earth
Where death will find you
Turbines shriek
In smokestack sermons
True call to nature
The mortal burden
The mother sleeps
In the blood of the future
The dead define you
Now death will find you
A world driven by extinction
Only ends in extinction
Death will find you
Credits
Writer(s): William Scott Putney
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