Тексты песен Death Before Dishonor

Infected world upon it's own pedestal Diseased – we are diseased We've always been We're just the joke The joke of existence But still we try as if there was an end Through blood we made As if we were

Remember the bite in the air Remember the smell of the fear The feeling that's stuck deep inside Shaping how I live my life The standards I held to be gold It seems that I've grown to be old The value