Gods

The words from above
Hammurabi's legacy
From mausoleums to the masses
Bricks made by human ashes

None prophecy could ever imagined
The blind people raising against their heavens
The castles losing their walls
Sometimes people have to lead another czar's fall

There's a dark cloud above humanity
Fed by their own fears
Turning hearts into stone
(While) some dancing on a golden (ground!)

Should these gods guide you?
(As your skeptical) egos corrode you?
(Among addictions) of faith and holy wars
Real gods die on your chest

Don't let it all
All that was built
All our revolutions

Be our own destruction

Stay strong, stay alive

There's a dark cloud above humanity
Fed by their own fears
Turning hearts into stone
(While) dancing on a golden ground

Should the gods guide you?
(As your skeptical) egos corrode you?
(Among addictions) of faith and holy wars
Real gods die in our (your) chest

While alienated minds control our fate, remain strong, stay alive!
While naive blood from pure glances are drained by the sink, remain alive
For in this land where the just beg for gratitude, be smart
No God shall rise before the machine!