Distortion sleep de Soilwork

In my town where the system sleeps
nobody gives a damn
it's up to you how to hide to flee
their hunger never ends
hateful design builds the structure divine
a territory cold as ice
an endless empire with cynic desire
born of a broken spell
Chorus:
feeling like a guttersnipe standing in line
deciding his lifestyle by rolling the dice
one will stand another will fall down
find your way out from the constant lack
You gotta get yourself a picture of what is going on
cause their lips are sealed now
their honesty never to be found
hateful design builds the structure divine
a territory cold as ice
an endless empire with cynic desire
born of a broken spell
Your pride is just a symbol
another hidden excuse
for being such a savior
distorting your sick self abuse