An Era Of Revolution - Salt The Wound

Just like paint, this is the human way, thou’s death war driven,

battlefield scent fulfilled

Purely blood and exrement, this is unholy, the holy war is a mask

Disgust, betrayal, mutiny, destruction.

(2x)

Just like paint thrown onto canvas, thrown onto the

These stars are spreading, throughout the surface

The perfect candidate for an oversea mutiny, grave fear of no return fear

without war

Cause I heard a noise in the street after the accident, the accident

Left to bear arms as our token, left to bear arms.

(2x)

Just like paint thrown onto canvas, thrown onto the

These stars are spreading, throughout the surface

The perfect candidate for an oversea mutiny, grave fear of no return fear

without war

How long will we hold, how long will we

Hold my escape, my breathe, my might, this power of my sight, this bleeding

from my own figure

A motion of the abandoned, this is an era of revolution

Again the streets grew restless leaving heads to the curbs, teeth pressing

through gums