Within Your Eyes by Overkill
Torn in disarray, listen 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
Within your eyes, within your eyes, within your eyes
Breathe the devil's creation
I got a mouthful of flies
I am the scourge of the nation
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