Wageslave piosenki

Behind the facade, stab when you embrace. The hand of peace extended, the hand of war in our pocket. This tower will crumble, the foundation has failed. The message: paranoia to funnel the agenda. Send reinforcements to the front lines. Count the casualties...

Within the chaos before him exist the complexities of his intentions. He falls to the dirt clutching the finality of his endeavors. In one hand earth and fractured bone chipped away by slander and assumption. In the other the flame of his passion bottled along...