Killing floors across the fields New age, drowning century Brothers, sisters, lovers, whores Bleeding faces on the dancefloors Willing zombies walk the streets Golden age, dead century Brothers, sisters, lovers, whores Casualties of long and lost wars Dead. Dead. dead We're a degeneration Get it on The same old song Everyday it will be the same Listen to the song that still remains Under violent clouds we break No time for healing again and again I don't need your century Brothers, sisters, lovers, whores I leave.
