When every fool is given a voice
and every fool is given the right -
through the deafening roar of the maddening crowd
you just might hear the drums resounding.
A momentary lapse of Treason on the multinational stage,
A linear history manifest; a mass delusion by bequest.
Now, in this age of reason a million righteous fools
invoke a million Gods, as in the age of stone -
Christians and Zionist Jews, Crescent Moon peasants,
Marxist tyrants and childless hypocrites.
Tell me where the truth lies,
and I'll tell you which lie is truth.
Another f****** cliché to misconstrue!
Men of ursury, count your corn -
you'd be better to count your days.
Women of perjury, you'll rue the night
you gave yourself away.
Narcotic child: come you'll see -
I fear not for your soul has fled from thee.
So beware the lure of religion
and beware the voice of idealism -
cast off the garb of your eloquence,
your romantic vision and their pretense.
f*** them all, all ye of little faith -
let the Wolves Awaken!
f*** the all, each and every one:
a thousand plagues upon them!
"By god you're cunning, they never knew, behind the vision there was you. You are cold, like a shadow, like a knife in the lives of the shallow."
f*** them all, each and every one -
a thousand plagues upon them!
f*** them all. Salt the earth and betray them -
if there's a god above, then hear my call:
a thousand plagues upon them.
One last request to wish them Hell.
My epitaph - my final word:
a thousand plagues upon them.
and every fool is given the right -
through the deafening roar of the maddening crowd
you just might hear the drums resounding.
A momentary lapse of Treason on the multinational stage,
A linear history manifest; a mass delusion by bequest.
Now, in this age of reason a million righteous fools
invoke a million Gods, as in the age of stone -
Christians and Zionist Jews, Crescent Moon peasants,
Marxist tyrants and childless hypocrites.
Tell me where the truth lies,
and I'll tell you which lie is truth.
Another f****** cliché to misconstrue!
Men of ursury, count your corn -
you'd be better to count your days.
Women of perjury, you'll rue the night
you gave yourself away.
Narcotic child: come you'll see -
I fear not for your soul has fled from thee.
So beware the lure of religion
and beware the voice of idealism -
cast off the garb of your eloquence,
your romantic vision and their pretense.
f*** them all, all ye of little faith -
let the Wolves Awaken!
f*** the all, each and every one:
a thousand plagues upon them!
"By god you're cunning, they never knew, behind the vision there was you. You are cold, like a shadow, like a knife in the lives of the shallow."
f*** them all, each and every one -
a thousand plagues upon them!
f*** them all. Salt the earth and betray them -
if there's a god above, then hear my call:
a thousand plagues upon them.
One last request to wish them Hell.
My epitaph - my final word:
a thousand plagues upon them.