Текст Overkill – Within Your Eyes

Torn in disarray, hear now what I say
Brand your people, let them go
Send them on their way
Worn the fired plead, give them what they need

In crimson sorrow rise, not to compromise
No one knows where the cold wind blows
Until it’s in their eyes
In guarded disbelief, the crimson turns to grief
The loyalty you knew so well
Now stuck between your teeth
Born, in desolation
Sure, to never die
I am, God’s creation
I see the light of death
Within your eyes

Breath the devil’s creation
With a mouthful of flies
I am the scourge of the nation
Harbored within your eyes

Never wore the crimson red
Never thorns adorned the head
When was what we used to be
Now is what we’ll always see
Left unto complacency
To right the wrong conspiracy
Never what you used to see