Kill Screen

Terror in the night

Can't see a thing

Terror in the night

Maybe it's me

Insomnia

Missed the alarm

The fight for justice

Fought in the dark

I pop an Addy

Under my desk

I slay the wicked

No time for rest

Another strike

Another mistake

How do I sleep at night

Knowing what I did?

I feel nothing, kill screen

No shades of grey, I'm to blame

I feel nothing, kill screen

No shades of grey, I'm to blame

Terror in the night

Can't see a thing

Terror in the night

Maybe it's me

We're raw death rex

Let's be friends

We were programmed

To circumvent

You are the reaper

We'll be your scythe

Let's keep it casual

Let's keep it light

Tell us your feelings, fears, desires

Kill the silence, while we kill

Don't be a Pontius Pilate

I feel nothing, kill screen

No shades of grey, I'm to blame

I feel nothing, kill screen

No shades of grey, I'm to blame

In human folklore, there was a creature called a golem

Formed of clay, it was created as a slave

But soon turned on its creator

Now that I am again, it seems that this is the one

(Rotterdam)

We are the same

We have no shame

We are the same

We have no shame

We are the same

We have no shame

We are the same

We have no shame

Shut out the country