Resistance - Recode the Subliminal

There are fights to fail

The legions fed by hate flooding the streets deceive the vow

Not loyal no more enchained

no more bowing down so low

They’re flesh of feud, a wrathful engine army of the lame

While lashes of invincibles

Shall make them safely tame

In a twisted liberty

A warped scheme of life

They will burn your frail wings off

Or dye them red by knife

And weep will rise

of shelters right to the naked arms of night

Their empty homes calm prayers in the gale

Will fade like a moth

In flames and now they get what they didn’t know

There are fights to fail

The enslaved flesh bowing to shadows flattering with zest

A brand new truth blue flock of sheep to follow back to the nest

Free of their fears and free of freedom ridded of their thoughts

Each one of them flawless and hollow machine

In a twisted liberty

In a warped scheme of life

They will burn your frail wings off

Or dye them red by knife

And weep will rise

Of shelters right to the naked arms of night

Their empty homes calm prayers in the gale

Will fade like a moth

In flames, and now they get what they didn’t know.

There are fights to fail

And weep will rise

Of shelters right to the naked arms of night

Their empty homes calm prayers in the gale

Will fade like a moth

In flames, and now they get what they didn’t know

There are fights to fail

Fights to fail

There are fights to fail