Rising from the tide, a Kraken cloaked in wisdom, propagates his lies,
For love of living death...
As faith in leaders falter and dole-queues stretch for snake-like miles
Untruths in unwritten law annihilate imagination
Hope becomes a process, the intravenous feed
That's bound in tune with "progress" - in dialectic comedy
Problems rise in culture, where contradiction's known to breed
And puppeteers unquestioned string up the masses in their sleep
These guardians of comfort and selfishness decreed
Will deify convenience at all expense of every human need
The Lies that bind are lies unbinding...
More demagogues emerging, the paradise parade begins
Everything is perfect, and "time" is all we need to save
And just as oceans swallow, all ships that sink in time
This spectacle will crumble, from false and ill-conceived design
These fragile frames are breaking, and knots will soon come undone
The bloody fields of history have yet another war to come...
As chants turn into anthems, and shouts turn into battle cries
The statues of their heroes gone, crack and yield to newborn human lives
Tired of marching to their tune in time, the gears of oppression have ceased
No light at the end of the production line- show us that this life's worth living
Books are burning in the night, where consciousness is laid to rest
Another dream falls out of sight...and what have we to show for this?
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Rising from the tide, a Kraken cloaked in wisdom, propagates his lies,
For love of living death...
As faith in leaders falter and dole-queues stretch for snake-like miles
Untruths in unwritten law annihilate imagination
Hope becomes a process, the intravenous feed
That's bound in tune with "progress" - in dialectic comedy
Problems rise in culture, where contradiction's known to breed
And puppeteers unquestioned string up the masses in their sleep
These guardians of comfort and selfishness decreed
Will deify convenience at all expense of every human need
The Lies that bind are lies unbinding...
More demagogues emerging, the paradise parade begins
Everything is perfect, and "time" is all we need to save
And just as oceans swallow, all ships that sink in time
This spectacle will crumble, from false and ill-conceived design
These fragile frames are breaking, and knots will soon come undone
The bloody fields of history have yet another war to come...
As chants turn into anthems, and shouts turn into battle cries
The statues of their heroes gone, crack and yield to newborn human lives
Tired of marching to their tune in time, the gears of oppression have ceased
No light at the end of the production line- show us that this life's worth living
Books are burning in the night, where consciousness is laid to rest
Another dream falls out of sight...and what have we to show for this?
For love of living death...
As faith in leaders falter and dole-queues stretch for snake-like miles
Untruths in unwritten law annihilate imagination
Hope becomes a process, the intravenous feed
That's bound in tune with "progress" - in dialectic comedy
Problems rise in culture, where contradiction's known to breed
And puppeteers unquestioned string up the masses in their sleep
These guardians of comfort and selfishness decreed
Will deify convenience at all expense of every human need
The Lies that bind are lies unbinding...
More demagogues emerging, the paradise parade begins
Everything is perfect, and "time" is all we need to save
And just as oceans swallow, all ships that sink in time
This spectacle will crumble, from false and ill-conceived design
These fragile frames are breaking, and knots will soon come undone
The bloody fields of history have yet another war to come...
As chants turn into anthems, and shouts turn into battle cries
The statues of their heroes gone, crack and yield to newborn human lives
Tired of marching to their tune in time, the gears of oppression have ceased
No light at the end of the production line- show us that this life's worth living
Books are burning in the night, where consciousness is laid to rest
Another dream falls out of sight...and what have we to show for this?
Writer: JASON BENNETT NETHERTON, JOHN CRISTOPHER VOYLES
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.