The wound of the warden From cradle to the grave The senseless apprehension Of freedom’s wily ways
I know one day they’ll be grateful I know one day they’ll worship me
Choice is too precious To be wasted on vermin That’s how we’ll keep them Sheltered, fetal, fed and glutted
The sweet drug of anesthesia Hell is easy to find And I know that in time they’ll be glad I kept them blind
I will save you, I will absolve you I will spare you, I will rob you I’ll take upon me the canker of knowledge I’ll take upon me the fetid price of glory
How great it is, the transcendent goodness The self-assurance of the pure
Suffering eases at the gates And laughter ceases at the gates Someone above you always knows better than you There’s something comforting in the stranglehold of a shepherd’s crook
How great it is, the transcendent goodness The self-assurance of the pure Not one misstep, not one mistake All calculated for our sake Like children we’ll step into the fireTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
