The Scorpion Deathlock Lyrics

Distance decreases
As if time is a dying cockroachPlagues enclose
Plagues encloseSitting upon this wooden bench
I am helpless to billions of bulletsIn this moment I am helpless
In this momentWhy is it so difficult to see ourselves?
Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?
Why is it so difficult to see ourselves? Why?Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?
Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?No poem I've wrote nor song I have sung
Can halt the army of wrathNumbers, numbers, numbers, numbersIn this moment I am helpless, helpless
In this momentSerpents will transform into mice
Only to drown in the deepest red
I've always expressed my thoughts in colors
But we remain blindNumbers, numbers, numbers, numbers