作词 : Henriksson, Jivarp, Stanne
Let me tell you about the loss of allthe failing of all that we hold dear
Wrapped up nicely in ourselves
Chaos resolvesthat which order defiles
Worthless livesare ordered blind
I don't believe
Taste and you will seethat all belongs to me
I don't believe
I won't believe
I raise my hand against it allfor those who don't recognize the call
Will the sense to overcome these nestled walls
Going to break it down
Let me nail you to the treason wallstab the night and the day from your sight
And set the thought to flame
Feeble devoutnothing resides
Break it to piecesthat obstinate mind
I raise my fist to hold the line
Against those who set themselves on high
Going to break it down