The mighty hand is writing the script of your lives Rips and shreds our destinies...
Silence as a moan after the sentence The pursuit of the bait remains ashes There comes the bloody sunset When brother sticks a knife in your back
Every new day is a new lie That creeps into your heads from the flat screens Gets into your mind with the heavy fog And turns your brains into the bloody mince
The master plan of dullness is doing its best Killing the remnants of our sanity We are pawns in the global fraud That doesn`t leave a trace of humanity
There comes the bloody sunset When brother sticks a knife in your back
No future, tomorrow will never come Your children will cut your throats Your trust is your personal tomb And vultures will feast on your bones