Night of Knives

Drowned
Deformed
Still having a plastic soul
A ripping virus in system core
Where are those angels of cold skin?
Rotten in the dreams
Of a forgotten being
Hallucination!!
Desolation!!
In the twisted minds in my
Confortable hive
Into a depressive hole
Waiting for the rebellion day!!
A murderous impulse in my entrails
Always boiling adrenaline
This is the night of the Knives
This is oil, blood and gasoline
Teeth of razor
Head of machinegun
A perfect synthetic copy
Of a human soul
You think you are a man
But you are marked and controlled
Like an animal
You think you are a man
But you are marked and controlled
Like an animal
Like an animal
Feeding the cruel machine
With scraps of humanity
Still having a plastic soul
A ripping virus in system core
Where are those angels of cold skin?
Rotten in the dreams
Of a forgotten being
Hallucination!!
Desolation!!
In the twisted minds
In this night of knives
Waiting for
The rebellion day!!



Credits
Writer(s): Alejandro Franco, Antônio Nolasco, Guillermo Galvan, Octavio Olachea, Vicente Licea
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