Is Babylon within sight
Or are the flashes way too bright?
Watch out for twisted tongues
They will sell you a dream until kingdom come
And one day you will realise
That the matrix has curled up on your lap
Inherited debt from the past
A burden you lock up in the dark
The broken youth begin to shine
Sleeping in their tainted minds
New school of thought, they draw the line
Modern disease and fake divine
Corrupted beings, they do not hide
Finance your life, crushed by their hands
New school of thought, free market price
Modern disease and fake divine
Knock on the door of demise
Burn the facade then say goodbye
Echoes of the last revolt
Before my eyes the temples fall
Where there is a will, there is a way
And if there is no will you better be dead
Do not feed the starving hounds
With your ambition and regret
Digging a hole
How deep is that?
Planting the seeds
For the next round
Digging a hole
With my bare hands
No feast for crows
In these new times
The broken youth begin to shine
Sleeping in their tainted minds
New school of thought, they draw the line
Modern disease and fake divine
Corrupted beings, they do not hide
Finance your life, crushed by their hands
New school of thought, free market price
Modern disease and fake divine
Or are the flashes way too bright?
Watch out for twisted tongues
They will sell you a dream until kingdom come
And one day you will realise
That the matrix has curled up on your lap
Inherited debt from the past
A burden you lock up in the dark
The broken youth begin to shine
Sleeping in their tainted minds
New school of thought, they draw the line
Modern disease and fake divine
Corrupted beings, they do not hide
Finance your life, crushed by their hands
New school of thought, free market price
Modern disease and fake divine
Knock on the door of demise
Burn the facade then say goodbye
Echoes of the last revolt
Before my eyes the temples fall
Where there is a will, there is a way
And if there is no will you better be dead
Do not feed the starving hounds
With your ambition and regret
Digging a hole
How deep is that?
Planting the seeds
For the next round
Digging a hole
With my bare hands
No feast for crows
In these new times
The broken youth begin to shine
Sleeping in their tainted minds
New school of thought, they draw the line
Modern disease and fake divine
Corrupted beings, they do not hide
Finance your life, crushed by their hands
New school of thought, free market price
Modern disease and fake divine
Other albums by the artist
Similar artists
Saigon Blue Rain
Artist
Antipole
Artist
Kill Shelter
Artist
Grey Gallows
Artist
Terminal Serious
Artist
European Ghost
Artist
Deus Ex Lumina
Artist
This Eternal Decay
Artist
Veil of Light
Artist
True Faith
Artist
Cerulean Veins
Artist
Propter Hoc
Artist
KISS OF THE WHIP
Artist
Reflection Black
Artist