Enemy Mind

The mighty hand is writing the script of your lives
Rips and shreds our destinies...

Silence as a moan after the sentence
The pursuit of the bait remains ashes [bad word] the bloody sunset
When brother sticks a knife in your back

Every new day is a new lie
That creeps into your heads from the flat screens
Gets into your mind with the heavy fog
And turns your brains into the bloody mince

The master plan of dullness is doing its best
Killing the remnants of our sanity
We are pawns in the global fraud
That doesn`t leave a trace of humanity
 [bad word] the bloody sunset
When brother sticks a knife in your back

No future, tomorrow will [bad word] Your children will cut your throats
Your [bad word] is your personal tomb
And vultures will feast on your bones