Album: Phenomena (2014)

Clockwork

Oh what to do, what to do when a city had run amuck (run amuck)
Can't tell the surviving from the dying
Can't tell the corrupt from the pure

The gutters are full of blood
From the sex, scum, politics, and whores
Like a beaten child this city whimpers
Backed into a corner with no one to save it

But there are still few who believe
In blocking the hands that bleeds
That bleed this city dry
Suck it up for the ones that deserve to be alive
Suck it up for the ones that deserve to be alive

Justice is coming to all of us
No matter what the fuck we do

This is not a conquest of men
But of the evils that beset them

It's all so confusing, but yet so simple
The American dream is condemned
And we're all going down
And we're all going down

The gutters are full of blood
From the sex, scum, politics and whores
Like a beaten child this city whimpers

But there are still few who believe
In blocking the hand that bleeds
That bleeds this dry
Suck it up for the ones that deserve to be alive
Suck it up for the ones that deserve to be alive
Be alive

Judgement will come not with a gavel
But with a nuclear blast
Judgement will come not with a gavel
But with a nuclear blast
This utopia was built on horror
This utopia was built on horror
This utopia was built on horror
This utopia was built on horror

It's all so confusing, but yet so simple
The American dream is condemned
And we're all going down
And we're all going down