Lletres: Norma Jean. O God the Aftermath. Dilemachine.

No, I don't care, we don't care, no one seems to care
The mirror of our mouths endlessly yelling
May I have attention, attention, attention?
This is a quote from our new weapons

This fight is more important than your life
Destruction is constructive
No, no, no

The world, waking, wearing, yeah
The way that deaf can see a sound in darkness
Certainly we will find, find hope in desperation

No, destruction is destructive
Everyone stay calm, we're taking over the ship
With our lives, with our heart, with our hands out
This God forsaken town

Hell will have no mercy
Hell will have no mercy, mercy
Hell will have no mercy
Hell will have no mercy, mercy