Between these walls
We were so safe
Our perfect home would not
Let anything disturbing in
A swastika's been carved
Everything's so quiet
No one's seen or heard a thing

Smell the fear, feel the heat
Burn my skin, paint it black

Forced to submit; silent agreement
Something clean wasted by disease
Seek for strength
In the common weakness
What gave you the right?
You had no...

Feed the creep
Feed the creep
Feed the creep
Feed the creep
The only thing is absence

Now, the message is clear
We've all gone blind
Can only see
What we want to believe
A swastika's been carved
Everything's so quiet
What gave you the right?
You had no fucking right
No fucking right...

Feed the creep
Feed the creep
Feed the creep
Feed the creep
Feed the creep
Feed the creep
Feed the creep
Feed the creep
Smell the fear, feel the heat
Burn my skin, paint it black
Paint it black
Smell the fear, feel the heat
Burn my skin, paint it black

Feed the creep
Feed the creep
Feed the creep
Feed the creep
Feed the creep
Feed the creep
Feed the creep
Feed the creep