Song Lyrics
Play the game, they look the same
I dream of it am i a psycho, unchecked it grows inside
Replicate and divide, but choose a side
But choose your side, can you remember what it is we re dying for Versus, the war the rise
There s no return, apostates alone lacerate distant skies, can you remember what it is we re dying for
The war the rise, play the game 11, replicate and divide
watching you burn
do you need it once more
This is the volta, unchecked it grows inside, choose your side
Can you remember what it is we re dying for, close your eyes to open fire 11, there s no return
Close your eyes to open fire, replicate and divide, take your square from the arbiter of lives
Replicate and survive, outcome set long before we arrive
fighting for
Can you remember what it is we re dying for, can you remember what it is we re dying for
Do you need it once more, the virus in our heads that infects us all
Do you need it once more, can we remember what it is we re dying for Versus, replicate and survive
Little soldier, urges for sororicide
Outcome set long before we arrive, fighting for, play the game
With our backs to the river, little soldier
who used to love this fucking world
The war the rise, choose your side
Can you remember what it is we re dying for, little soldier
Fighting for, can you remember what it is we re dying for
Defect comply, with our backs to the river
Take your square from the arbiter of lives, such a fine line Area, outcome set long before we arrive
Unchecked it grows inside, the virus in our heads infects, manipulates our thoughts
The war the rise, scuttle the ships
The war the rise, manipulates our thoughts 11, nothing else feels this perfect to me
such a fine line
Fighting for, urges for sororicide Area, fighting for
Choose your side, apostates alone lacerate distant skies
do you need it once more
i dream of it am i a psycho
Outcome set long before we arrive, there s no return 11, scuttle the ships
Both the same, i dream of it am i a psycho, watching you burn
Do you need it once more, choose your side Area, nothing else feels this perfect to me
nothing else feels this perfect to me
The virus in our heads that infects us all, the virus in our heads that infects us all
Do you need it once more, apostates alone lacerate distant skies, fighting for
Take your square from the arbiter of lives, scuttle the ships
hands in the air salute or surrender