Territorial Dispute - Outrage, Peter Tägtgren

Standing in the sun at midday

Our potential energy

Your eyes roll to the sky with

My capability

Melt like persistent memory

Say this is your ground, eh?

I didn’t grow up yesterday, you know

You’re all out of hope, my friend

I’m like a wildfire

Locked in a strained embrace

You say that this is your day

Bullshit!

Sharp sting of the Devil’s tail and

You’re gonna feel it soon

You’ll see the next life right away

Don’t stay on your side, see？

You’ll feel my outrage full force

It could be your final day

You know this ain’t no masquerade

Don’t claim this as your own

I’m like a wildfire

Locked in a strained embrace

You say that this is your day

Bullshit!

What can I do?

What can I do?

Forced into this rivalry

What can I do?

I’m like a wildfire

Locked in a strained embrace

You say that this is your day

Bullshit!

In critical disunity

You die

In critical disunity

In critical disunity