To start a downward trend
The faceless shapes revenge
Is this a rally high
A uniform no tie
The mood of bloodless hordes
Your nervous twitch gets worse
A smell of gel in hair
The colours on their hair
And all that I can see
The shapes move over me
Were you just tempted from the start
The sound of trouble roars
The wanting more and more
I cannot follow you this way
Identify to me
The raceless hordes I see
A groan of modern yore
A taste that's sweet or sour
Endangered Species I
Dyed trying to tie the tie
Instinct or to destruct
Is this life or is this life?
And all that I can see
The shapes move over me
The sound of trouble roars
The wanting more and more
Endangered Species I