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letra de red alert - walking dead on broadway

when they smell blood

red alert resounding from every corner
how is it that you think you can still afford to play deaf?

how long is it you have already succumbed?
your filthy business has but left you numb
the bombs are ticking in the bas-m-nt
and still you’re asking for temperance
they’re not going to spare just because you’ll offer them a place of honour at your side
this ain’t a question of pragmatics or of being paranoid
the vermin multiplying in the life you put to waste as you have turned your head away to mind your cynical affairs
and now you’re pretending surprised
feed the monster till it eats you up
kick off the avalanche until it cannot be stopped

they’re coming again
when they leave just ashes behind
who will be left to ask you:
when they came again?
where have you been?

a breed is growing behind the back of the throne
now we’re the ones to harvest the plague you have sown
what for you will be the lesser of two evils is a mayhem unleashed against a common upheaval
what has flourished in the shades of your shady tampering
is speaking your name
but you are just stammering
will you still tell us that you have a plan when we walk up to the gallows?
there’s nothing to be expected from you

we are paying the cost
for your cheap illusion of control
will you still tell us you have a plan when we walk up to the gallows?
there is nothing to be expected from you

the bombs are ticking in the bas-m-nt
and you’re still asking for temperance
you cannot use terror and think terror won’t use you
they’re coming in the darkness when you sleep to get their hands at what they pursue

a breed is growing behind the back of the throne
but now we are the ones to harvest the plague you have sown
you’re stuck in this neck deep and without clue
there’s nothing to be expected from you

what has flourished in the shades of your shady tampering
is speaking your name but you are just stammering
recognise that this house is afoul to the bone
recognise these b-st-rds as the children of your own
you let them eat from your plates and sleep in your beds
until you’ve woken up well have to fight them alone
red alert
resounding from every corner

- walking dead on broadway

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