Steel Collapse
(growl) Static in the television screen
We are the cogs in a cold machine Locked in a corner,
out of control
Selling what is left of a broken soul
I feel the pressure rising up inside
There is nowhere left for us to hide (yeah!)
Rip it down, tear it off the wall!
Stand back and watch the empire fall!
Underneath the weight of the design
We are crossing over the red line!
Flicker of a light in an empty hallway
Always doing things the exact same way
Wake up, spit out the bitter taste
No more years that we can afford to waste
I feel the pressure rising up inside
There is nowhere left for us to hide
(come on!)
Rip it down, tear it off the wall!
Stand back and watch the empire fall!
Underneath the weight of the design
We are crossing over the red line!
Go!
Break the mold!
Everything they bought is sold!
Break the mold!
Everything they bought is sold!
Crossing over the red line
(over the line) (over the
line)