Lyrics

Who fired first? And which games of war get submerged? What is steel or the mechanism of death Compared to the hand that wields it? The good things blink out one by one And the thrill of the hunt becomes that which leads The ever nodding heads direct to armageddon Parallel lines With the advantage of time A bitter world begins to sprawl A race to extinction and be the first against the wall White flame of pure hatred From the sewer to the grave The unseen hands of a vengeful god Reach out from death's womb begot And the apparatus keeps clicking Parallel lines With the advantage of time A bitter world begins to sprawl A race to extinction and be the first against the wall Parallel lines Grind against the crust of time Parallel lines In the prime to live and die