absolute hope absolute hell
fit for an autopsy
yet we still think it'll all end well
what's there behind the eyes?
strip us to ashes and bone
hollow silhouettes born of animosity
hung by the rope threaded by the kings
inhuman disaster tearing at the seams
lead us not unto temptation
lead us to the suicide of the fallen nations
bring the sheep to the slaughter
bring the sheep to the slaughter
strip us to ashes and bone
and so the apathy spread like cancer
dripping through the beams in the towers
staining the souls of the pacifists
still complacent in the final hour
a nation of bullshit status
of the corporate apparatus
yet we still think it'll all end well