The face
The face of evil is on the news tonight
We see the darkness over light
But have we ever really lived in better times?

Hey, strange, they say we're coming to the end of the line
But is there still a chance to change your mind?
Or have all the colors turned to black and white?

I had another dream, I had another life
No one saw the blood on my hands
When I woke, I was there alone
Where will it end?

After the twilight, always a sunrise
But the blood of morning comes from small arms fire
Ignore the deadline, there's no divine right
Enter the gods and all the sacred signs
At the end of your line

Good luck
My friend
In time
It ends
In time
Dead lamb
My heart
Your hands

Good luck
My friend
Hand tied
It ends
Hand tied
Dead lamb
My heart
Your hands