(Lyrics: Yotam A. and Ronnie S. / Music: Yaniv A. and Eyal G.)
Solo: Aboudy
From the start / to the end / of this road
Stand aside / Petrified / from this fraud
All these lies / cold as ice / sacrificed
Fillicide
You will break / on the stake / One more take,
Set the stage / tear a page / untamed rage,
Move in stealth / hold their breath / drowned in bath
Dreams of death
One by one we all fall to despair and suffering
None of us have such a cross to bear upon the screen
Devil dance / on the chance / to find life
Plead the fifth / spitting filth / provoke strife
On the air / wild affair / no one cared
Eat your young
Set all your / stories straight / for the judge
Misconception of hate / tense and grudge
Foul deeds / plant the seeds / pleading kids
Flooded lungs
You will burn on the altar for your pointless parade
For the sins of your fathers made our teeth set on edge
An unnatural selection - let loose the wolves
Chekhov's gun, locked & loaded, is the purest of proofs
Innocent children lured by their parents, like prey taking bait
And justice is coming, as always, a little too late
Solo: Aboudy
From the start / to the end / of this road
Stand aside / Petrified / from this fraud
All these lies / cold as ice / sacrificed
Fillicide
You will break / on the stake / One more take,
Set the stage / tear a page / untamed rage,
Move in stealth / hold their breath / drowned in bath
Dreams of death
One by one we all fall to despair and suffering
None of us have such a cross to bear upon the screen
Devil dance / on the chance / to find life
Plead the fifth / spitting filth / provoke strife
On the air / wild affair / no one cared
Eat your young
Set all your / stories straight / for the judge
Misconception of hate / tense and grudge
Foul deeds / plant the seeds / pleading kids
Flooded lungs
You will burn on the altar for your pointless parade
For the sins of your fathers made our teeth set on edge
An unnatural selection - let loose the wolves
Chekhov's gun, locked & loaded, is the purest of proofs
Innocent children lured by their parents, like prey taking bait
And justice is coming, as always, a little too late