This is the volta
Scuttle the ships, there's no return
(With our backs to the river!)
I dream of it; am I a psycho?
Watching you burn
(Nothing else feels this perfect to me!)
"Hands in the air"; salute or surrender?
Close your eyes to open fire
We adapt,
Mutilate, replicate, and survive.
Take your square from the arbiter of lives
They look the same, the Right, Left, Rights
But choose a side
The truth, the war; the rise, the fall
The virus in our heads that infects us all
Do you need it once more?
Can you remember what it is we're dying for?
Fighting for?
(Unchecked it grows inside)
(Urges for sororicide)
Apostates alone lacerate distant skies
(Little soldier, little girl,)
(Who used to love this fucking world!)
To love, to despise, such a fine line
We adapt,
We mutate, replicate, and divide
The hardest strikes always land when hands are tied
Both the same: the X, the Y
Choose your side
The truth, the war; the rise, the fall
The virus in our heads that infects us all
Do you need it once more?
Can you remember what it is we're dying for?
Fighting for?
(Ooooh, oh oh oooh)
The truth, the war
We adapt, we evolve, we destroy, we survive
Outcome set long before we arrive
Play the game: defect/comply
But choose your side.
The truth, the war; the rise, the fall
The virus in our heads infects, it emulates our thoughts
Once more: can we remember what it is we're dying for?
Fighting for?
