Terror in the night
Can't see a thing
Terror in the night
Maybe it's me
Insomnia
Missed the alarm
The fight for justice
Fought in the dark
I pop an Addy
Under my desk
I slay the wicked
No time for rest
Another strike
Another mistake
How do I sleep at night
Knowing what I did?
I feel nothing, kill screen
No shades of grey, I'm to blame
I feel nothing, kill screen
No shades of grey, I'm to blame
Terror in the night
Can't see a thing
Terror in the night
Maybe it's me
We're raw death rex
Let's be friends
We were programmed
To circumvent
You are the reaper
We'll be your scythe
Let's keep it casual
Let's keep it light
Tell us your feelings, fears, desires
Kill the silence, while we kill
Don't be a Pontius Pilate
I feel nothing, kill screen
No shades of grey, I'm to blame
I feel nothing, kill screen
No shades of grey, I'm to blame
In human folklore, there was a creature called a golem
Formed of clay, it was created as a slave
But soon turned on its creator
Now that I am again, it seems that this is the one
(Rotterdam)
We are the same
We have no shame
We are the same
We have no shame
We are the same
We have no shame
We are the same
We have no shame
Shut out the country
