Condition Red

Crawling out of the terror intent
vicious mayhem that surrenders the victimized
Social illness as a fake premise
Covert intentions that betray the feeble minds

Captives in thrall, unable to carry on
In a world defiled as a wasteland
Timeless plot, to wage dependency
Perennial lines of a fissured nation

Mass distraction, fractured state
Left abandoned to our fate

Drawn the blind
Condition red
Trample the poor
Utter disorder
A scrawled disaster
Bodies strewn across the floor

Erase tomorrow and spread the sorrow
Time to unleash your revolt, time to rise against
Hold your ground, raise your voice and spark revenge

Come down and see a truth disclosed
Deceit is shoved down my throath

Captives in thrall, unable to carry on
In a world defiled as a wasteland
Unfailing plot, the pawns of tragedy
Perennial lines of a fissured nation

Shattered past, hopeless future
Killing ground, exploitation

Drawn the blind
Condition red
Trample the poor
Utter disorder
Land of peace, land of blood

Erase tomorrow and spread the sorrow
Time to unleash your revolt, time to rise against
Hold your ground, raise your voice and spark revenge

Blood for blood
Falling down