Texty: Lock Up. High Tide In A Sea Of Blood.

Lies reflecting lies
Hybrid truths collapse
Fallacies and fiction
The germs of treachery

Evolving far too fast
The pieces that are lost
Return to haunt our past
And launch our nightmares

High tide in a sea of blood
We drown in high-tech bliss
High tide in a sea of blood
High tide, high tide

Authors of disease
They run before they walk
Identity as one
Soulless jesters

An incest innovation
Deceiving populations
Our character dissolves
To fortify the strong

High tide in a sea of blood
We drown in high-tech bliss
High tide in a sea of blood
High tide, high tide

Now you [Incomprehensible]

Faithless, are we godless?
Do we posses any inner strength?

Faithless, are we godless?
Do we posses any inner strength?
Regress or progress
Instinct our pestilence