Tekstovi: The Sound. Blood And Poison.

THERE IS GOOD IN ALL OF US
THERE IS BEAUTY IN ALL THINGS
BUT WHEN THE SENSE OF THIS IS LOST
WE BEGIN OUR POISONING
WORDS ARE WEAPONS, WORDS ARE SWORDS
WE USE TO CUT EACH OTHER DOWN
ARE WE ONLY HAPPY WHEN WE'RE LORD
AND WE CAN WATCH THE LOWLY KISS OUR GROUND?

AND HE WON'T TALK TO ME SO THE SILENCE IS SET
AND SHE WON'T SING FOR ME, ONLY ONE SAD LAMENT
POISON IS SEEPING THROUGH INTO THE ESSENCE WE KEPT
REVENGE POURS ON REVENGE
AND AS THE BLOOD DRAINS AWAY
IT'S THE POISON THAT STAYS CORRUPTING THE VEINS

AND WE TAKE SOMETHING FROM THE SKY
AND WE GRIND IT INTO DIRT
AND THEN WE WONDER WHERE IT'S GONE
THEN WE WONDER WHAT WE'VE DONE
WHAT WENT WRONG?