Drones in the Valley

While bullets shower the earth

We turn our heads and cover our faces

Now flames devour the sky

And i hear these words in the back of my Mind

Here we stand at this fork in the road

We got no time to waste

Oh which way shall we go?

This old world's spinning out of control

Oh which way shall we go?

Which way shall we go?

I can't believe this, it makes me sick

Fresh smell of death on your tongue

You bait the hook and here come the children

Another grave stone to sell

While you get rich in the valley of hell

Here we stand at this fork in the road

We got no time to waste

Oh which way shall we go?

This old world's spinning out of control

Oh which way shall we go?

Which way shall we go?

I can't believe this, it makes me sick

The devil's creeping

He's got us eating from his dirty hands

We feast on lies

Which makes it hard for us to make a stand

Out in the desert

there's a forest full of fallen trees

It's what they want

but it's not what we need

Screaming at the ceiling

doesn't make it better

Slipped into a coma

lost my favorite sweater

Ask them no more questions

you'll never catch them lying

it's time to make our move

and strike them right between the eyes