Quarantine Songtext
von Inner Sanctum

The rise of a fall
Drifting away
Mark of your system stays,
Writers unknown
Their pages are torn
Mark of your system, stays


Now... everyday,
Hope, faith all washed away

Failure is not
What you will seek
But bound by it you will be,
When rebels are born
They′re exiled away
Mark of your system, stays

Now... everyday,
Hope, faith all washed away