Texty:
Queensryche Rage For Order

It was November 4th I last held your hand It seemed our time would last forever You said don't ever leave I thought you'd never go I wish I could just

to order There's no turning back A Surgical Strike We've taught them not to feel performance is their task A Surgical Strike Its time is arriving now for

Gathered from the winter air Warms the children's eyes they see The time is near for the signs I can hear the chimes Ringing for you for me I can see

say it's over now, what's done, what's through? You can't stay away, you need me, oh, I need you When the fire starts the pain's too much for your mind

: Wait for me I'll understand I just need time to comprehend your changes. There's always been these changes in you. I remember there was a time when

order, there's no turning back. Surgical Strike - we've taught them not to feel performance is their task A Surgical Strike its time is arriving now for

judgement bell. Eyes watched the violence, the absence of those who have seen, marks the faith of the spell. Cold is the viper stalking the night for

: There's a cold wind out tonight. The chill of distant eyes. An orbit survey finds...your mind. I will remember, you will remember The star that

leaders - we're rebellion! Aural supremists. We're rebellion! We're future! Show me - the wave of eighties is #3. Praise me - our religion is technology. Help me - for