DESCRIPTION:
~Lyrics~

Strike the ground,
There's not a message in the sound.
Hold out your hands when your gods not listening.

*Best believe you'll be systematically placed to die tomorrow.
*With a taste so sweet,
*It could drain the sorrow.

We're living through your eyes but inside we start to die.
We raise our voices in time.
Strike the ground,
There's not a message in the sound.
Hold out your hands when your gods not listening.
The common ground of a modern day escape is calling for the listening.

*You can't pull your way through the same situations time and time again.
*You place your pawns in straight lines, alone to buy time
*Will we find the end?

We're living through your eyes but inside we start to die.
Making the moves,
Hoping you'll make them right
We raise our voices in time.
Strike the ground,
There's not a message in the sound.
Hold out your hands when your gods not listening.
The common ground of a modern day escape is calling for the listening.

*Where will you turn when your god has abandoned you?
*Where will you turn when he leaves you to die?
*Pray for god, Strip the structure, scatch it out, we praise empty skies.

Strike the ground,
There's not a message in the sound.
Hold out your hands when your gods not listening.
The common ground of a modern day escape is calling for the listening.

We're living through your eyes but inside we start to die