The Heel On The Throat Of The Young
The Great Deceiver
Our is the golden future
As the heavy words softly roll
Ringing in our ears as we sit idly by
Towering towards the heavens
The hell that we have built
We created a monster
And now it`s coming for our children
Thrust into the stained skies
For efficiency passified
We are but components of their machine
COMPONENTS
I fast-forward through the film
To get what I must hace missed
We bleed, we breathe
But we don`t live - we exist
Precious things that do no last
Our lips pressed to the decay
The master-plan will fall loud
As we sit idly by
As god moves across the water
the lie moves through us all
We created a monster
And now it`s coming for our children
Thrust into the stained skies
For efficiency passified
We are but components of their machine
COMPONENTS
I fast-forward through the film
To get what I must hace missed
We bleed, we breathe
But we don`t live - we exist