Equinox - Northlane & In Hearts Wake

Waves of poverty, of hope and desperation.

Waves of tragedy, of death and desolation.

Waves of fugitives forced to flee their broken homes.

Hostile humankind can't you see you're fucking blind.

Hostile humankind thinking with a narrow mind.

Stranger, so far from home.

There's a terror in your eyes.

You whisper words of a hell unknown.

Stranger in a sea unclear.

The currents that drifted us now draw us near.

Welcome to mayhem

Farewell to the world they know.

Who's gonna save them?

Running from war to woe there's nowhere to go.

Neighbour will you take my hand?

Is there still virtue in your heart

That will shelter me from dark?

Have you stopped to think and reflect that in this lifetime

Your child could be next?

All we show is neglect.

Why do we disconnect the hearts

From the lives that fell apart?

Welcome to mayhem

Farewell to the world they know.

Who's gonna save them?

Running from war to woe there's nowhere to go.

Borders built to barricade.

No one enters, no one is saved.

Borders built to barricade.

Building walls.

Digging graves.

The rivers rise with the lives of dead men.

Open up the gates.

Welcome to mayhem.

Waves of fugitives forced to flee their broken homes.

Hostile humankind thinking with a narrow mind.

Welcome to mayhem

Farewell to the world they know.

Who's gonna save them?

Running from war to woe there's nowhere to go.

The Earth stood still for a moment.

Feasting eyes on the feed that was chosen.

Forcing down a pill

Deceptive and bitter.

Fear is gripping the trigger.

Never struck a chord

When the blood flowed

From a heart you didn't know.

Guided to their graves

In scarlet chains.

Engaged, betrayed.

Collateral slaves.

Prepare to disembark

Butchered in the dark.

Outgunned, outweighed

No one is safe.

We're conditioned to be afraid

Faceless figures control the game.

Lips stitched shut speak violence.

We're conditioned to be afraid

Faceless figures we're taught to blame.

Lips stitched shut speak violence.

Nothing that you hear

And nothing that you see.

Nothing on the reel

Hasn't passed through a screen

1984 in 2016.

The Earth stood still for a moment.

Feasting eyes on the feed that was chosen.

Forcing down a pill

Deceptive and bitter

Fear is gripping the trigger.

We're conditioned to be afraid

Faceless figures control the game.

Lips stitched shut speak violence.

We're conditioned to be afraid

Faceless figures we're taught to blame.

Lips stitched shut speak violence.

Never struck a chord

When the blood flowed

From a heart you didn't know.

Never struck a chord

When the blood flowed

Now your dead friends are a part of the show.