Interpret:

Overkill

Album:

ReliXIV

Torn in disarray, Hear now what I say 
Brand your people, let them go 
Send them on their way 
Worn the fired plead, give them what they need 
Kill your people let them die 
Before they plant the seed 
Born, the black creation 
Sure, to never die 


In crimson sorrow rise, not to compromise 
No one knows where the cold wind blows 
Until it's in their eyes 
In guarded disbelief, the crimson turns to grief 
The loyalty you knew so well 
Now stuck between your teeth 
Born, in desolation 
Sure, to never die 
I am, God's creation 
I see the light of death 
Within your eyes 


Breath the devil's creation 
with a mouthful of flies 
I am the scourge of the nation 
Harbored within your eyes 


Never wore the crimson red 
Never thorns adorned the head 
When was what we used to be 
Now is what we'll always see 
Left unto compacency 
To right the wrong conspiracy 
Never what you used to see 
With eyes adorned in misery 
Choose commit right or wrong 
The road reaming ever long 
Truth in anger's compromise 
That shine the lies within your eyes 
Never was mistaken, nevere was the prize 
Never unforsaken, hide within your eyes 
Never an illusion, the ever rising tide 
This the constitution, harbored in your eyes