1. THE DEATH MACHINE

In this world
Order can be maintained by fear alone
But this order is disorder
Where power is given to the fools

In this kingdom of the blind
The one-eyed man has to hide
Jealousy, envy, selfishness and greed
Turn brothers to enemies

Man has mastered killing
The switch has been turned on
The button has been pushed
On the death machine

Offering yourself
As a living sacrifice
On the altar of fear
Lying paralyzed

Man has mastered killing
The switch has been turned on
The button has been pushed
On the death machine

"All the advantages that man has gained from his ever-deepening understanding of the natural world that surrounds him, his technological, chemical and medical progress, all of which should seem to alleviate human suffering... tends instead to favor humanity's destruction"


2. MASS GRAVE

Breathing corpses infest the land
Their numbers seem to grow by the hour
Victims of rulers unleashing lies
Fear, terror and deceit

Weapons of mass destruction
Some kill the body, others the soul and mind
Engaging the process to turn
Dr. Jekyll to Mr. Hyde

Am I still alive
When I feel like lying among the dead
I can hardly breath
As the stench of the deceased fills up the air

Watch people going out of their minds
Gladly throwing their lives away
Paying a fortune to their killers
And thanking for the opportunity

Am I still alive
When I feel like lying among the dead
I can hardly breath
As the stench of the deceased fills up the air

This earth is a
This earth is a
This earth is a
This earth is a mass grave

I desire an awakening
The resurrection of the dead
The revival of humanity
The re-birth of a dying race

A new heart pumping new blood
A breath of fresh air
The reign of terror ended
The once scorched earth fertile…

Again!


3. GROWING COLD

We’ve started the process
We’ve created a god
Worshipped by the masses
Is this the end of times?

This new deity is hungry
It needs sacrifice
Giving up our free will
We threw away our minds

We were born into
The age of information
Yet the knowledge we possess
Is becoming less and less with time

We are living in
The age of space travel
Still we are closed
In the tiny little world of our own selves

We have built a throne
For the ones that tread us down
For the sake of comfort
We’re becoming slaves

Our brains are washed out
Still we’re so unclean
Functioning as numb machines
As we’re growing cold within

We were born into
The age of information
Yet the knowledge we possess
Is becoming less and less with time

We are living in
The age of space travel
Still we are closed
In the tiny little world of our own selves

Break the bonds
Free your mind
Get back what is yours!