To cure or kill. Trapped in this dying world. The pure and frail get eaten alive. Stray bullets, lunatic minds, needles in our arms. We just wait for our time to die. Numbered days. To cure or kill. Our time is at hand. To cure our kill. Numbered days, numbered days. Power struggles crushing the fallacy of peace. Innocent life is born into disease. Fearing the wrath of god, prey for exception. Humanity is the earth's destruction. Trapped in this dying world. Chemicals to numb the pain. Trapped in this dying world. Loaded guns take their aim.
Lyrics submitted by JackH83