"Die Glocke" lyrics

The hunt for zero point is still paved with good intentions
It could only be red mercury to stab into the clock
For every nation that falls there is an officer that turns
Social service is the blood clot, the red skull overturns

This massacre occurs in graves that are so narrow
You're safe, you know you're safe
But this fight's still yours to handle
I guess I never play again
I guess I never play again

Do you feel it?
Do you feel the blades inside you?

In the wake of disaster
He lives

Personally taken away

Hister lives in history
Articles and psalmistry
Hister's in America
But if he dies, it's worse

Judgment day
Personally taken away

Copyright infringement at it's finest
There's no such thing as silver lining
There's no more "punk rock" in my blood