Time, it is killing all we see
So why are we still too proud to be
True to the world that we live in
We run trough the dungeons we were born into
Since the empires of wisdom it is nothing new
But we just like to be bleeding
Hold on to the twisted forms of existence
Epistemic revolution dies in a distance
All that we find is growing inside
Consciousness rising from the dust of our pride
All that we've made, it degenerates
All we've created is burning down in the flames of lost chances
Do you still think it's worth dying for your land
(Your life is more)
More than a number under their command
(But who will pray)
Pray on your grave when it's over
Realize it is not just a sinless game
To be killing on order
Sleeping well in a sound of war
So why should we stop it when we want more
Relax and turn on your TV
The place of the difference is always the same
We're filling the abyss with our fear and pain
No escape that could free me
We hold on to the twisted forms of existence
Will epistemic revolution come from a distance?
So why are we still too proud to be
True to the world that we live in
We run trough the dungeons we were born into
Since the empires of wisdom it is nothing new
But we just like to be bleeding
Hold on to the twisted forms of existence
Epistemic revolution dies in a distance
All that we find is growing inside
Consciousness rising from the dust of our pride
All that we've made, it degenerates
All we've created is burning down in the flames of lost chances
Do you still think it's worth dying for your land
(Your life is more)
More than a number under their command
(But who will pray)
Pray on your grave when it's over
Realize it is not just a sinless game
To be killing on order
Sleeping well in a sound of war
So why should we stop it when we want more
Relax and turn on your TV
The place of the difference is always the same
We're filling the abyss with our fear and pain
No escape that could free me
We hold on to the twisted forms of existence
Will epistemic revolution come from a distance?