Fuck the Facts - State of Panic

Текст песни

A state of panic will be spread.
As a sign of hope, I will be your shelter.
I will be your salvation.
Only your fear will prevail.
I’ll infiltrate your home with a warm whispered sound.
The doors are now open, as are the ones of a whole country that bled on its
beliefs.
Out of my window, the glow, the warm, the red.
A civil brothel, selling his people for its mercy.
A moment of comfort for broken men.
A moment of peace or final relief.