Letra de The Draft

Swallowed by the legal system
Torrential reign of chaos caused
By the same
Who create
Our only solution
What's said to be
Our only

Be the axe
That kills
To be the hammer
That build
You can take everything away
You can take everything away

Oh the violent waiting room we live in
Brass arms
Outstretched for endless distractions
Said baal with the dust on his thrills

Self inflicted wounds
Uneven levels
Ask yourself
How many times will empires fall
To the elite, who worship devils

Bread and circus
Feet with no action
Factions and quotas to fill
Suits and they say
To rest under the wing of the law
But somehow it all seems
Vaguely familiar

Oh the violent waiting room we live in

All I hear
Is the taking
Of our mind
In this place both sides are saying
Peace and safety
But all I hear is
The taking of our minds

You can take everything away

Self inflicted wounds
Uneven levels
Ask yourself
How many times will empires fall
To the elite, who worship devils
To the elite, who worship devils