歌词
Is this revenge, this modern, mortal plague?
Has science failed or is progress none?
No words spoken but
I still hear "No urgency - this concerns only..."
The weak - the outcasts
The weak - the worthless
Nameless white-robes exploring the unknown
Manipulating with human lives
And through this wickedness,
I ask myself
Who pulls the string, who doesn't care?
Murderers - in disguise
Murders - well disguised
Last call for faith or progress
Last call for life
Nowhere to run or hide ...
When science fails