Fist
Test Dept.
You stand surrounded by dreams brutally crushed
Exiled
A frozen smile, cold stare, crushed weakness, controll fate
The truth cuts scars in(to) empty faces
To watch with Murder, to watch with hate (?)
The slow torture of the speechless people
Bleeding onto the street
? From the same old bands
From the sound of the street
Through a fenced door (?)
Dreams bashed on wars of order (?)
With a fist in the face of change (?)
Truth is agony veiled in fear
Unseen, unheard, violence is here
Surrounded and bruising
Crushing
A frozen smile, cold stare, crushed weakness, controll fate
The truth cuts scars in(to) empty faces
To watch with Murder, to watch with hate (?)