Flood

1: I´m scarecrow of your conscience, I´m the victim of the past, dumb witness of your final plan, which would never be your last. You were burn down all your bridges with composure on your face. But that´s ok your just a man, who killed the innocence! Ref: We are descending human race, alleged instance of purity, but when I look over your face the words become reality. Guilty? It doesn´t make a sense of what we do and what we speak, we are all guest in the machine of false securities. 2: I´m scarecrow, I´m your nightmare! The temple of the sphinx is setting out those secrets when thousand trumpets sings. The innocence is broken, the glaciers turn to seas, celebration of the dead is what our thoughtless brings! Ref: We are descending human race, alleged instance of purity, but when I look over your face the words become reality. Guilty? It doesn´t make a sense of what we do and what we speak, we are all guest in the machine of false securities.