Lirieke: Twelve Tribes. Muzzle Order.

Conspired across the neck
There?s new incentive for killing the messenger
Your war is our cancer
And I will hold its severed head I swear
Addiction loves the company of repulse
A beating heart will stop at nothing
To bury these words that curse me
I will bury these words

In case you?re right
I am bleeding
When you try to run
I will be there
For the hunted
For the vexation
We are the opposition
For the bleeding to stop
For the hundred thousand eyes shut
We are the cure

Let ?em run from the sword
Searing through the flames
The serpent and the static between thoughts
I was dead and behold I will rise with the sun
To burn in triumph
With silver on our eyes
The city?s on fire
This city?s on fire
This city?s on fire

In case you?re right
I am bleeding
When you try to run
I will be there
For the hunted
For the vexation
We are the opposition
For the bleeding to stop
For the hundred thousand eyes shut
We are the cure

Let ?em run
Cut them across the neck
My hands won?t let this fail
Your fate has been released
My heart with never hesitate