Chaos Brigade

Lyrics

It’s just a twisted game,
with a mask upon a face,
in a trail of dust and pain,
That has left so many strain.

Taking!
All of me!
Taking!
All of me!
Taking!
All of me!
Taking!
All of me!

It's just a twisted game
You all are a twister game
It's just a twisted game
You all are a twisted game

Forsaking scares of nightmares,
that are shadows of gray,
May be rose-colored pictures,
that we may express.

Taking!
All of me!
Taking!
All of me!
Taking!
All of me!
Taking!
All of me!

It's just a twisted game
You all are a twister game
It's just a twisted game
You all are a twisted game

Failure to understand correctly;
as the giant sins again,
there is no remedy.
Can we make right what is wrong?
The question is asked,
as the crow flies,
I remain aside!

I count the times
it takes to die
I’ve counted the times
it takes to die
I count the times
it takes to die
I’ve counted the times
it takes to die!

A lack of order
Is sharply enforced,
to make separation difficult,
the capacity
to produce a result,
Is sometimes brought about by a cause.
I carry out the function,
requirements of the terms,

I count the times
it takes to die
I’ve counted the times
it takes to die
I count the times
it takes to die
I’ve counted the times
it takes to die!

It’s just a twisted game,
with a mask upon a face,
in a trail of dust and pain,
That has left so strain.

Taking!
All of me!
Taking!
All of me!
Taking!
All of me!
Taking!
All of me!

It's just a twisted game
You all are a twister game
It's just a twisted game
You all are a twisted game

Failure to understand correctly;
as the giant sins again,
there is no remedy.
Can we make right what is wrong?
The question is asked,
as the crow flies,
I remain aside!

I count the times
it takes to die
I’ve counted the times
it takes to die
I count the times
it takes to die
I’ve counted the times
it takes to die!