Our Sector (feat. Flowdan)

Demons and martyrs
Gods for the [?]
Rats and vermin
That's just the starters

Can smell it in the air
No one got pardoned
Real warfare
No fruits in the garden

Whether it rains or not
The whole cycle stopped
Gunpowder and bone marrow
That's poison the crops

Gonna have to grow our locks
Lace up the [?] and shocks
We're only getting started
Out of nowhere it stops

Ready for survival
Some of them depend on bible
Infection's already gone viral
So the probe is about to be stifled

Problems
Immune to the [?]
So we handle the bis like a cyborg
There's danger on every other sidewalk
No behaviour, when we [?] walk

Proudly looking for the victim
Got a hunger, we've never been deeper
Signed up to be a part of the system
But the system [?] with no leader

Stayed with [?] non-believers
God the saviour's never gonna feed you
Victory is sweet, a revolution is sweeter

Defend our sector
Extend our sector
Put in hours in a sector
[?] with power in our sector

Defend our sector
Extend our sector
Put in hours in a sector
[?] with power in our sector

Defend our sector
Extend our sector
Put in hours in a sector
[?] with power in our sector

Defend our sector
Extend our sector
Put in hours in a sector

Survey the sector, look for resistance
Make sure you keep your distance
A lot of leg work and blisters
You have a cancer named [?]

We're looking for the signs and symptoms
Travelling miles in a blizzard
Severing ties with scissors
Send them to the skylight wizards

Cuz we're the permanent fixtures
Journey is not for beginners
Sample cooler than mixtures
We start the chinese whispers

Once upon a time we were tyrants
Now they label us sinners
The dark side is always enticing
Every survivor is a killer

Saviour's never gonna feed you

Every survivor is a killer

Defend our sector
Extend our sector
Put in hours in a sector
[?] with power in our sector

Defend our sector
Extend our sector
Put in hours in a sector
[?] with power in our sector

Watch them divide and scatter
They want no part in the matter
Hand them the cloak and dagger
With no debate or chatter

Every guy [?]
Till the grave we're make them stagger
Six foot deep is a last stop
We keep climbing the ladder

No fresh food for the platter
No dessert in the ghetto
No one provide any cover
No one to rescue your brother

Memories of a significant other
Live and delivered in color
Better get used to the squalor
Otherwise your a gonner

Saviour's never gonna feed you