Not a whip will crack at our heel Only immeasures gears of the infernal machinery Grinding us unknowing into it's will Molded as clay hardening into its conviction Why must I see blind me Have you no mercy blind me
Cast into the swirling cesspool of half-truth lies and Deception Ceaselessly fed by the servile minions of their own Greedy child We're all born blind and naked, and thus we remain Wheter we like to or not, We serve the power hungry god-machine
Feel the night before it lighten dawn Hear the cries before they're dying down Drink the wine before it sours Fill your eyes before the colours die
Assimilation at our unseeming behest Trained and chained, few unheard voices ever raised Rebellion protests thinly sound over the din Apocalyptic dogs that howl beneath the tolerant Smiles Of fatherly and beatific reprobation Don't you see, blind me
All innocence tainted from first Stripped off and torn into tatters A unified vision single minded and grass Ramifications ... Blind rats If power is corruption, is corruption power Even the beggar's a brute And still we run our wheel
Wet your feet before the river dry Taste the life before it withers
hear the sounds before you're deafened But I can't feel All sensations has diedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
