Lirieke: Overkill. Within Your Eyes.

Torn in disarray, listen what I say
Brand your people, let them go, send them on their way
Worn the fired plead, give them what they need
Kill your people, let them die before they plant the seed
Born, the black creation, sure to never die

In crimson sorrow rise, not to compromise
No one knows where the cold wind blows until it's in their eyes
In guarded disbelief, the crimson turns to grief
The loyalty you knew so well, now stuck between your teeth

Born in desolation, sure to never die
I am God's creation
I see the light of death within your eyes
Within your eyes, within your eyes, within your eyes

Breathe the devil's creation
I got a mouthful of flies
I am the scourge of the nation
Harbored within your eyes

Never wore the crimson red, never thorns adorned the head
When was what we used to be, now is what we'll always see
Left unto complacency to right the wrong conspiracy
Never what you used to see with eyes adorned in misery

Choose, commit to right or wrong
The road reaming ever long
Truth in anger's compromise
That shine the lies within your eyes

Never was mistaken, never was the prize
Never unforsaken to hide within your eyes
Never an illusion, the ever rising tide
This the constitution, harbored in your eyes

Breathe the devil's creation
I got a mouthful of flies
I am the scourge of the nation
Harbored within your eyes