The hearts of men have grown tired and weak
And welcome to all forms of corruption
Blind to all, but power, profit and gain
And all of our earthly possessions
As we decorate, happily our tombs to be
With the brilliant art of illusion
We are perpetuating the cycle
All surface, no depth
Without illusion
We are perpetuating the cycle
All surface, no depth
Without destitution there would be no sickening wealth
The medication, the guilt
The low self-esteem and the nervous sweat
The sleeping troubles, the cancers
The heart attacks and the early deaths
The end of justice, the radiant fires
The waste left behind in the all-cleansing flames
The poisonous fumes from our own funeral pyre
The pesticide that we inhale
We feed the machines with our blood, our sweat
The phantoms are here, I can hear them
Gathered in flocks they watch over our steps
Our intellect it must not be awakened
With their broken promises, your broken backs
By the now world order oppressed
All who question their methods
All who question their reasons
All who question their ethics
Silenced by the crack of the whip of progress
The medication, the guilt
The low self-esteem and the nervous sweat
The sleeping troubles, the cancers
The heart attacks and the early deaths
The end of justice, the radiant fires
The waste left behind in the all-cleansing flames
The poisonous fumes from our own funeral pyre
The pesticide that we inhale
All who question their methods
All who question their reasons
All who question their ethics
Silenced by the crack of the whip of progress
The medication, the guilt
The low self-esteem and the nervous sweat
The sleeping troubles, the cancers
The heart attacks and the early deaths
The end of justice, the radiant fires
The waste left behind in the all-cleansing flames
The poisonous fumes from our own funeral pyre
The pesticide that we inhale
The pesticide that we inhale
The pesticide that we inhale
The pesticide that we inhale
The pesticide that we inhale
The pesticide that we inhale
The pesticide that we inhale
The pesticide that we inhale
The pesticide that we inhale
The pesticide that we IN-HAAALE
And welcome to all forms of corruption
Blind to all, but power, profit and gain
And all of our earthly possessions
As we decorate, happily our tombs to be
With the brilliant art of illusion
We are perpetuating the cycle
All surface, no depth
Without illusion
We are perpetuating the cycle
All surface, no depth
Without destitution there would be no sickening wealth
The medication, the guilt
The low self-esteem and the nervous sweat
The sleeping troubles, the cancers
The heart attacks and the early deaths
The end of justice, the radiant fires
The waste left behind in the all-cleansing flames
The poisonous fumes from our own funeral pyre
The pesticide that we inhale
We feed the machines with our blood, our sweat
The phantoms are here, I can hear them
Gathered in flocks they watch over our steps
Our intellect it must not be awakened
With their broken promises, your broken backs
By the now world order oppressed
All who question their methods
All who question their reasons
All who question their ethics
Silenced by the crack of the whip of progress
The medication, the guilt
The low self-esteem and the nervous sweat
The sleeping troubles, the cancers
The heart attacks and the early deaths
The end of justice, the radiant fires
The waste left behind in the all-cleansing flames
The poisonous fumes from our own funeral pyre
The pesticide that we inhale
All who question their methods
All who question their reasons
All who question their ethics
Silenced by the crack of the whip of progress
The medication, the guilt
The low self-esteem and the nervous sweat
The sleeping troubles, the cancers
The heart attacks and the early deaths
The end of justice, the radiant fires
The waste left behind in the all-cleansing flames
The poisonous fumes from our own funeral pyre
The pesticide that we inhale
The pesticide that we inhale
The pesticide that we inhale
The pesticide that we inhale
The pesticide that we inhale
The pesticide that we inhale
The pesticide that we inhale
The pesticide that we inhale
The pesticide that we inhale
The pesticide that we IN-HAAALE