Moulding hands
Pus reeking beining
Lost all control
To not care at all
The kingdom is gone
We have a new lord
But which one?
Which one?
Conformity slave
Dug his own grave
Sleep well in decay
Blank stare
Now worthy of killing
But babylon fell
Before it was built
Apathy led to massacre
Heart still beats
But for what?
Conformity slave
Dug his own grave
Sleep well in decay
In rush of conformity
We lost our integrity
Hate, pray, desecrate
Run as command