Lyrics:

The runners shaking their hands at the end
Oh, what has become
Im the system in you
Dont beat age and grow like a
Ask your parade while you know
Someone shaming at you

Peoples backstreet ways fall into place
Dont come
They track down lies and recognize

Make your choice, they wanna make you raise your voice
To fight for a change
Oh, its always the same
And what is this, lifes feeling like a ride of bliss
To you and you dont feel like going against the great today

I believe
Will you ever see them
In the plan to unify us
Conquer evil
Become the shadow eaters
I believe you dont see it either
Without safety glasses
Strike at sunrise and your battalion
Become the shadow eaters

One hundred seventy now, three sounds day
A hundred and twenty lives in history approximately
Lay out theand if he did
Im not quite sure youre quiet out of breath

Backstreet ways into place
Chase down grief to wallow and make belief
Got it with whatever way, were gonna die
someone in between theres life

I believe
Will you ever see them
In the plan to unify us
Conquer evil
Become the shadow eaters
I believe you dont see it either
Without safety glasses
Strike at sunrise and your battalion
Become the shadow eaters