Sound The Alarm - His Hero Is Gone

The fabric is coming apart at the seams

The gears are locking up in their well oiled machine

Sound the alarm something’s gone wrong Sound the Alarm

The oil burns like fire in dry Weeds The heat

Welds its' parts in their decaying dream Sound the

Alarm Something’s gone wrong and there’s no chance

This Sickness will survive No chance this machine

Can stay alive