Odd Crew - Death Trap

The claimed profits of the future days
A handfull of stones, a mouthfull of grace
Justifying the need for the sacrifice
The black plague of trust in the blindman's eyes

The fear, the loss, the blood
As we sit out our dissolution
Unseen, unsaid, undone,
As we sit out our dissolution
Setting off death trap

As the stones being thrown, new commandments being said
With ignorance raised, the price of life set By the time the new truth has been totalised
The right over life would be legalised

The words been left unsaid
The stand that's left unheld
The fear that took us down
The dissolution

The fear, the loss, the blood
As we sit out our dissolution
Unseen, unsaid, undone,
As we sit out our dissolution
Setting off death trap