Kotov Syndrome

There, high on the watchtower
Keeping the peace
Whatever that means
cause you see the world through
Crosshairs and TVs, don’t you?
Ten foot walls built around us White picket death
So quiet, so safe
But if we fall there will be nothing and no one to catch
So sit back and watch as we Spin out of control
Spin out of control
Try to recover, but collide with each other
We spin out of control
Something I cannot change
I was born in a place
That lives by the sword
And thus to it’s blade we’re condemned
Don’t you understand why we scream «no more»?
My dreams are of children
Orphaned by blood
Spilled at these hands
Here on the graves of the innocent
We raise our flag
Spin out of control
Spin out of control
Try to recover, but collide with each other
We spin out of control
Somethings you don’t forgive, somethings you don’t forget
Sometimes the fate you suffer is so much worse than death
We’re way off course now and we’re drifting out to sea
So cut the anchor on your heart to be set free
Set free
Set free
Spin out of control
Spin out of control
Spin out of control
Spin out of control
Try to recover, we have to recover
We fall and crash, one after the other
Spin out of control