How can you still ignore what's around
When the truth is right in front of your eyes
How loud do you want them to scream?
How much more blood has to be spilled?
You can hide as long as you want
Before the wolves will knock on your door
Betrayer, raise your glass
Filled with the blood of those
You left behind
Chase the bone
In the sigh of bliss
And keep thinking that
You are not the sheep
The sound of sirens stuck in their heads
The sound of violence can't be repressed
In the eye of the storm
Peaceful and unarmed
They had to put down the roses
To pick up the guns
How loud do you want them to scream
How much more blood has to be spilled?
You can hide as long as you want
Before the wolves will knock on your door
Betrayer, raise your glass
Filled with blood of those
You left behind
Chase the bone
In the sigh of bliss
And keep thinking that
You are not the sheep
They had to put down the roses
To pick up the guns
They had to put down the roses
To pick up the guns
They had to put down the roses
To pick up the guns
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