Look around
There is blood on the ground
This short hour bears the scars of the past lives
Justice ruptured, veins of war slit slow in the Colosseum
Look around
Bottles flying, foaming mouths shrieking out like a pack of angry hellhounds
Pages torn from the old tomes of time
Glue drips from the inside
Look around
Red flags fly, don't you try to decry the signs
There's no fleeing from the mob

No one triumps when two tribes start to fight
No one triumps when two tribes play with fire

There's no right, no wrong, survival is the price
I bet you never felt this alive
There's no turning back the hands of time
Better start picking sides
Even God wouldn't want to recognise his own child
The image gone and tainted by the shards of war

No one triumps when two tribes start to fight
No one triumps when two tribes play with fire
No one triumps when two tribes start to fight
No one triumps when two tribes play with fire
No one triumps when two tribes start to fight
No one triumps when two tribes play with fire