[Music: Patrick]

Do mourn, the glory days are gone

Like roaches scattering under a beaming light

Run out of history's backstage

As your flags burn over spoiled Eden

Looted for you to waste

Kings of the hill, inflated frogs, staged heroes, die!

Altogether World bowed in disrespect

Clenching teeth, towering hate

World won't ever know peace again!

In none we trust

Sowed salt within our soils

Fed us what even rats spit up

Perpetuating the times

When wealth spoke the speech

When wealth swung the whip

On sweat sown your power

Now harvest billions of enemies!

Oppression is deserved for who complies to fit within

It is fantasy freedom; tied to galleys we row

Docile on our way down the food chain

Livestock salivating at pellets in a trough

A fate to which we almost fell

Rolling meat screwed within the Machine

Silkworms soon to be boiled, all others denied awakening

Like cattle we were bred, raised and processed

Baited in with hopes for none to achieve

By scarecrows guarded under a gray sky

No wonder we were all afraid to open the cage, never...

Woe to you, mothers of all sores

Woe to the defeated

Great eagle fallen, feathered

In ire crowds come marching

Ignited, ablaze, exploding

Don't you smell the sour stench of demise?

Forseen all to nothing