Candidate歌词
Forced by the pressure,
The territories marked,
No longer the pleasure,
Oh, Ive since lost the heart.
Corrupted from memory,
No longer the power,
Its creeping up slowly,
The last fatal hour.
Oh, I dont what made me,
What gave me the right,
To mess with your values,
And change wrong to right.
Please keep your distance,
The trail leads to here,
Theres blood