The Scorpion Deathlock Lyrics

Distance decreases As if time is a dying cockroach
Plagues enclose Plagues enclose
Sitting upon this wooden bench I am helpless to billions of bullets
In this moment I am helpless In this moment
Why is it so difficult to see ourselves? Why is it so difficult to see ourselves? Why is it so difficult to see ourselves? Why?
Why is it so difficult to see ourselves? Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?
No poem I've wrote nor song I have sung Can halt the army of wrath
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
In this moment I am helpless, helpless In this moment
Serpents will transform into mice Only to drown in the deepest red I've always expressed my thoughts in colors But we remain blind
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers