No Stories Left

A tower can fall twice
Just like a knife keeps burning red
Come on and try to tell me something new
And show me what I haven't seen before
I have seen it all
The rise and the fall

A tower can fall twice
And it will fall again

Cut once, cut twice, cut thrice
There's more than one hole in the world
A piece of flesh, yet still alive
What would be one more death with no regrets?

Different faces, different masks and different stories
This is what I call Satan
Cut once, cut twice, cut thrice
Cut four times, cut five times
- this world is fucked

Stroboscopic horrors
I close my eyes
But still can see
Death thrash by

No stories left
In a kingdom of fear
No stories left
In a whirlwind of images
Of corpses on beaches and machetes on screen
From drone filled skies - the image becomes me

No more stories
And no more fun
Armageddon
I'm so numb

Fear for dinner
And fear for lunch
Black on white
A multi-colored death punch

I have been fed with the flesh of the world
So I smile

No more stories
And no more fun
Tune into the end of times
Tune into a world in flames

No stories left
Just noise on more noise
No stories left
In a whirlwind of images
Of lightless stars and kings of fear
And endless reruns of towers that can fall twice

Like a knife keeps turning red
Come on and try to tell me something new
And show me what I haven't seen before
The rise and the fall

A tower can fall twice
And it will fall again