Verbal Exile: Quiet Disorder


Pleading for sense
to your mindless offence
Still waving my banner
wishing you felt something

When the led-storm arrived
you never hit the ground
So shine your medal not made
from your sacrifice

Nowhere, Never
will you degrade me again
Someday you will
find your torment

Spit blood and you´ll see you´re not invincible
The grand escape became your holocaust

You can bomb away but you will never hit
Step down - Your mind becomes a battlefield

Lived by the beauty
of diseaving wrath
Waiting for the ambush
you could never call back

Instead of peace you found ignorance
After all you drowned
into your own innocense

Nowhere, Never
will you degrade me again
Someday you will
find your own way

Quiet disorder sweeps across our land
The secret frontline moving closer by your hand
Never back up
back up
Never give in
Never let anyone make the same mistake again

Spit blood
Holocaust
Your problems don´t interest anyone
You can bomb away
Over and over again