sister shame
From high on the hill look down and see
Land that would be good to misappropriate
Waiting for the time to make your move
Never mind the weight of history
Stock up from the weapons catalogue
Prepare for a defensive strike
Gird your loins ready for the fallout
What will the other nations say?
CHORUS:
When the rocket’s red flare falls
On to a million innocent homes
When the smoke billows into the dark sky
And sirens wail in the night
Images of children dying
A fireball where school once stood.
When the ceasefire lasts for an hour
Do you feel no shame?
The best form of defence is attack, they say
No argument you have the right to defend
Is it civilised to be the aggressor?
Set up deckchairs on hillsides
To watch the rockets find their targets
To loud rounds of applause
As the innocent burn in their own homes
Violated people will bear grudges
For a people who have suffered more
Than any nation ever deserve
My intolerance is just for your actions
How can it have come to this?
In New York, live on TV
Sister Shame in furs proclaims
“The rats deserve to die, they all should be dead”
What a terrible epitaph
Thirteen
They met one night back in autumn
By the next summer she was dead
Already bruised, beaten and abused by him
When that night came, she knew she was done.
Murdered by the man she thought loved her
As he cut her face she swore her revenge,
With her last breath she whispered her curse to him:
She gasped “We’ll be together again”
CHORUS:
Thirteen kisses he placed on each finger
Thirteen kisses on her beautiful face
Thirteen kisses all over her body
Thirteen kisses were never enough.
Thirteen gashes he gave to each finger
Thirteen slashes about her screaming face
Thirteen stab wounds all over her body
Thirteen injuries were never enough
An appeal was launched for witnesses
Friends came forward and told the tale
A young girl in love with a monster
What she saw in him nobody could say.
The search was fruitless, at last abandoned
The case slipping from the publics’ mind
Until a dog walker discovered a body
A girl with no lips - a terrible find!
The evidence was overwhelming
The sentence forty years with no parole
On his first night he remembered her last words
With fear he realised he wasn't alone!
Autumn night, a girl in a red dress
The fire of love burning in her eyes
When she kissed him her lips were like razors
Nowhere for him to run, and nowhere to hide!
Thirteen kisses she placed on each finger
Thirteen kisses on his beautiful face
Thirteen kisses all over his body
Thirteen kisses were never enough.
Thirteen gashes she gave to each finger
Thirteen slashes about his screaming face
Thirteen stab wounds all over his body
Thirteen injuries were never enough
the mirror cracked from side to side
It’s dark outside but it doesn’t matter
Emerge like a butterfly
It may be raining; she’s looking her best, though
Always does, today, tomorrow, forever
Wants to talk to those she approaches
They shrink back, don’t know what to do.
Embarrassment the best they can manage
Reminds them of what’s to come
CHORUS:
Stepping out of the dark now,
Strangers’ faces avert from her own
Behind their hands they whisper versions
The same old story again and again and again
She buys a drink and it comes in a tall glass
She takes a sip and she dabs at her lips
Above the bar she checks in the mirror
Not a single hair out of place.
Looking good, she knows they all think so
Find a seat to survey the room
Need to catch all those longing glances
Flirtatious is as flirtatious does
She wraps herself up, it’s cold outside
No-one offers a light anymore
Under the night sky watching the smoke rise
Recalls a time when all eyes were on her
Like the girls at the end of the bar
Stars burn bright on Saturday night
Time will dull their lustre like hers, though
The mirror cracked from side to side.
no way back
Back from the seven seas
From life’s great adventure
Oh, how time has changed you
Sun weathered face
Pocket full of wishes
Scars earned, educated
Tough times behind you now
The famine survived
CHORUS:
Come home, prodigal son
To the family’s warm embrace
Kiss the hand that feeds you
Take your rightful place
"Everything I have is yours, now"
The words echo round
That which was once thought lost
Is now found
Once you were ostracised
But now are longed for
At the door of the old place
Familiar sights will greet you
Sit down at the head of the table
For your favourite meal
Put your hands together once more
And say grace
Dream on, misfit
It will never happen
Stay away from politics
From fathers, uncles, brothers!
Take a stand and be your own man
Kick the table over
Smash the plate against the wall
The feast is done.
walk in the sun
There was a girl I knew, I'd seen a thousand times
We walked the same way sometimes
I stopped one day, and asked her name
And where she lived, around the corner from me.
CHORUS:
Samantha never walked in the sun
Let her hair hang down, for fear of her father's hand
With her by my side, on a day like this
She's the most beautiful girl in town
It turned cold, and the clocks went back.
Could I walk her home, it was getting dark?
She told me "no" her father was home
A big influence in her life.
Samantha never walked in the sun
Let her hair hang down, for fear of her father's hand
But on a day like this, with her hand in mine
She's the most beautiful girl in town
One night we stopped at the end of her street
She kissed, invited me inside
At her bedroom door she made me swear
That I'd tell no-one I'd been there
Samantha never walked in the sun
Let her hair hang down, for fear of her father's hand
But on a night like this, when she's in my arms
She's the most beautiful girl in town
Oh Samantha, I wonder where you are now.
Wonder who holds you now.
We walked the same way sometimes
I stopped one day, and asked her name
And where she lived, around the corner from me.
CHORUS:
Samantha never walked in the sun
Let her hair hang down, for fear of her father's hand
With her by my side, on a day like this
She's the most beautiful girl in town
It turned cold, and the clocks went back.
Could I walk her home, it was getting dark?
She told me "no" her father was home
A big influence in her life.
Samantha never walked in the sun
Let her hair hang down, for fear of her father's hand
But on a day like this, with her hand in mine
She's the most beautiful girl in town
One night we stopped at the end of her street
She kissed, invited me inside
At her bedroom door she made me swear
That I'd tell no-one I'd been there
Samantha never walked in the sun
Let her hair hang down, for fear of her father's hand
But on a night like this, when she's in my arms
She's the most beautiful girl in town
Oh Samantha, I wonder where you are now.
Wonder who holds you now.
horsefly
Move on when you’re good and ready; leave those around you high and dry
By themselves the deepest scars will open, exposed by the passage of time.
"Shy" is not your middle name. A dreamer all your life you’ve been wrapped in silk.
Dumfounded at your lies, I can’t stand back and watch as the gullible bow.
CHORUS:
You desire the latest thing
Highest ups and lowest downs
Fantastic, when it please you
You made a deal with flies.
Can’t understand how your mind works, don’t know if it’s me or know if it’s you
You’re speaking loud but still say nothing; outrage is the currency paid
Radiate when no-one sees you, early morning zooming to the sky.
Tired of living in the dark you want the moon and the stars and whatever’s beyond
wolf in the sheepfold
Thirty thousand years of history
And it’s come down to this:
The hunter prowling late at night
For the tastiest prey
Why do we allow it?
Must we just stand by?
As the wild beasts slake their thirst
Watch them running wild.
CHORUS:
The wolf is in the sheepfold
And he has needs
No hiding from his lustful gaze
No avoiding his jaws
He fears no hunter, this one
A truly savage beast
An animal by nature
It's how a wolf feeds.
You may think that his motives are pure
A philanthropic man
But there’s a wolf behind that smile
He wants to gain your trust
Ask him to step inside
That’s what he desires
In the toy box, dressing up
He becomes their friend
kerosene
Can you hear the warplanes whizzing overhead?
Can you see warships anchored in the harbour?
Do you feel the tension crackle in the air?
When you stand in line for your daily bread.
Do you send your kids to school anymore?
Or is their classroom now permanently a morgue?
Can you walk your street without a helmet?
Or are you resigned to the sniper's shot?
CHORUS:
We don’t know we’re born here. We’ve got it good.
Do you sleep at night out under the stars?
Can you feel the cold nipping at your toes?
Have you fled your home for fear of bandits?
Come in the night to terrorise the neighbourhood.
You’d pay for the medicine for your sick children
But it’s priced way out of your reach
If the water doesn’t kill them maybe the cold will
Or the long walk to reach the border.
Do you live in fear ‘cos the sex of your lover?
Scared of the midnight knock on the door.
Are you resigned to the thought of torture?
Have you got your back-story straight?
Are you afraid of the thoughts of strangers?
The lies they will tell the authorities?
How do you live in world that hates you?
If only there were some way to escape.
arise and decline
The concept arose with the dawning of time
Changing, adapting and shaping the lives
Of those who feared the terrible vengeance
The awesome threat of power beyond nature
A force that could bring havoc and kill everyone
The tribe must take solace in the words of the One
Translate the magical signs in the sky
Give the tribe guidance avoiding His wrath
CHORUS:
Arise/decline the truth can be told now
Open your eyes and see the world anew
Let these words sound out to all the apostles
I declare these words to be the new gospel!
Free yourself from the old tyranny
See your fears have been defeated by reason
Lose your chains before they weigh you down
Before you drown in milk and honey look around
Is there any need to fear anymore?
See that the truth is wonderful to behold
What once held us down now in decline
God is dead, it is time to arise
Priests took the upper hand in the dealings
Only they could act as intermediary
Despite the fact that god had made man
He spoke in tongues men could not understand
They told of a place where sinners would go
A place more awful than the world that they knew
Where you only went if God is angry with you
Hell, a terrible place now and forever
The world went to war and millions died
Where was their god when the final bomb dropped?
The Cold War meant our mass destruction
Destroyed creation gone with the push of a button
The dread of the bomb hung over our heads
The threat disproved the existence of god
Priests should hang their heads in shame
Their concept is flawed if He’d let us die
a star in the west
A lone rebel at the rule of law
Earthquake’s Hour publish abroad
Gonorrhoea the detestable crew!
Rising quickly through the grades
Thirty-third degree, dressed in regalia
Milk and water searching for the black
Perform the Abramelin, the room grows dark
Change the locks at Boleskine
CHORUS:
Clothe this form in a shroud of darkness
Give me the finest golden crown
The mirror shows a dimming reflection
The experiment has begun
In the chamber, invocating Goetia
Perfect mistress and perfect wife
Voices echo “they are waiting for you”
She points to the god the very first time
Deny the cross with The Book of the Law
In the desert with a pocket of hash
Take a poet as an acolyte
A blinding light when you cum!
Levitate at will; you must believe your eyes
Old women, vampires, whores
Scarlet women now jading your palate
Pass the milk and dream away
The hippies love you as a rebellious figure
Now you’re seen as a pariah
The curtains billow and the thunder rolls
"Nameless grave earth swallowed shame"
iTreason
I’d turn the palace to a homeless shelter
Let Balmoral’s pheasants live.
Put Eric Morecambe on the banknotes
The Two Ronnies on stamps
Make your children get real jobs
Take your husband to task
Collect your favourite paintings
Display them free of charge
CHORUS:
You’re as relevant to me as the internet is to a horse
I couldn’t care about your country estate
Or your big house in London
The one with the guards outside
Where the tourists flock to see you
In your jubilee year
With your worthless children
I’d never curtsy or take a bow to you
We don’t live in the middle ages.
I’m not in awe of what you represent
It’s anathema to me.
We are just the same
Except that you’re protected by law
It’s an offense to speak my mind?
Then its treason and I’m proud of it.
Invest in death
Gone but not forgotten
The headstone reads R.I.P.
A loving father and a husband is buried
He proudly served his country
Did he know what he was fighting for?
Did he even agree?
That's not the question asked at the inquest
The cost of one life is a worthy investment.
Arm the enemy to the teeth
Wind him up and let him go
While on TV the battle is raging
You're selling weapons to both sides
I hope you choke on that wine that you swill down
It's dirty money you made
A story just as old as war itself
Plus ca change, plus ca meme chose.
Public Enemy Number One is dead
His killing sanctioned from on high
As they watched it from the Oval Office
Only they know what happened
It's not for us to see
They've already decreed
The public interest is not in our interest
They bid a hasty retreat.
The cost of war is astronomical
We could feed the hungry many times over
For what one of your missiles costs
For the many dead on both sides
Leave grieving families behind them
They take up arms which works so well for you
"Diplomacy" is a dirty word to use
It's just jobs for the boys.
The headstone reads R.I.P.
A loving father and a husband is buried
He proudly served his country
Did he know what he was fighting for?
Did he even agree?
That's not the question asked at the inquest
The cost of one life is a worthy investment.
Arm the enemy to the teeth
Wind him up and let him go
While on TV the battle is raging
You're selling weapons to both sides
I hope you choke on that wine that you swill down
It's dirty money you made
A story just as old as war itself
Plus ca change, plus ca meme chose.
Public Enemy Number One is dead
His killing sanctioned from on high
As they watched it from the Oval Office
Only they know what happened
It's not for us to see
They've already decreed
The public interest is not in our interest
They bid a hasty retreat.
The cost of war is astronomical
We could feed the hungry many times over
For what one of your missiles costs
For the many dead on both sides
Leave grieving families behind them
They take up arms which works so well for you
"Diplomacy" is a dirty word to use
It's just jobs for the boys.
Christmas day in the workhouse
In the bleak midwinter
Those who have nothing
From one day to the next
Want to sip the milk of human kindness
At this time of year
They want their misery gone
They want their bellies full
Let seasonal cheer ring.
Christmas Day in the workhouse
Minus five outside
The ground too cold for the gravedigger
So they kept the body inside
Wrapped in a winding sheet
Propped against the wall
While the piper played his carols
The unfortunate sang.
So they danced around the body
Propped against the wall
They offered wine as the piper played
They laughed and joked and sang
Until the winding sheet began to twitch
And out came the dead man's hand
The revelers fled the room
The piper stopped his song.
The beadle looked through the window
And horrified by the sight
Locked the door on the dancing corpse
And fled into the night
The piper kept on playing
The dead man danced his jig
A Christmas Day that no-one there
Would ever forget.
Those who have nothing
From one day to the next
Want to sip the milk of human kindness
At this time of year
They want their misery gone
They want their bellies full
Let seasonal cheer ring.
Christmas Day in the workhouse
Minus five outside
The ground too cold for the gravedigger
So they kept the body inside
Wrapped in a winding sheet
Propped against the wall
While the piper played his carols
The unfortunate sang.
So they danced around the body
Propped against the wall
They offered wine as the piper played
They laughed and joked and sang
Until the winding sheet began to twitch
And out came the dead man's hand
The revelers fled the room
The piper stopped his song.
The beadle looked through the window
And horrified by the sight
Locked the door on the dancing corpse
And fled into the night
The piper kept on playing
The dead man danced his jig
A Christmas Day that no-one there
Would ever forget.
Sagittarius
The land lies dormant at this time of year
Frost destroys the crops in the fields
People venture out in fear of the night
The cold grasps their hearts, makes them shiver
Yours is the autumn equinox
The shortest daylight of the year
Let the wild things run with abandon
Set them free on their adventures.
Come winter, draw down upon us
Coat the land in a blanket of snow
Light the land with a cold white moon
Touch us all with your icy fingers.
Hidden creatures sleep through the winter
Avoiding the cold November
No prey for native wolves any more
They've retreated to the furthest reaches
To where the land is in perpetual dark
A cold Europe is a magical place
Let the wild things run with abandon
Set them free on their adventures.
Spring comes too soon once your reign ends
The shoots and the returning birds
Mean that summer is on its way back
But there is no need to feel dismayed
I know you will soon return
It's always winter in my heart
Let the wild things run with abandon
Set them free on their adventures.
Frost destroys the crops in the fields
People venture out in fear of the night
The cold grasps their hearts, makes them shiver
Yours is the autumn equinox
The shortest daylight of the year
Let the wild things run with abandon
Set them free on their adventures.
Come winter, draw down upon us
Coat the land in a blanket of snow
Light the land with a cold white moon
Touch us all with your icy fingers.
Hidden creatures sleep through the winter
Avoiding the cold November
No prey for native wolves any more
They've retreated to the furthest reaches
To where the land is in perpetual dark
A cold Europe is a magical place
Let the wild things run with abandon
Set them free on their adventures.
Spring comes too soon once your reign ends
The shoots and the returning birds
Mean that summer is on its way back
But there is no need to feel dismayed
I know you will soon return
It's always winter in my heart
Let the wild things run with abandon
Set them free on their adventures.
King of nothing
The king wears a tarnished crown
Sits up in his ivory tower
Issues proclamations
"Off with their heads, they're out of line!"
The king came to power by force
Never by the will of man
Dominates by strength not love
Crushing those who dare defy.
King of Nothing, King of Nothing
Use guns and tanks upon your people
King of Nothing, King of Nothing
The eyes of the world are upon you
King of Nothing, King of Nothing
Loved by no-one but your "yes" men
King of Nothing, King of Nothing
The eyes of the world are upon you.
The king's men all afraid
Applauding all his speeches
Scared to speak their minds
Or flex their spines
It only takes one just man
Someone unafraid to die
To show the "King" for what he is
To topple a tyrant and bring peace.
Raid the throne room while you can
Fill a car and flee the state
Swiss account with billions
Enjoy it while you can
Living your life on the run
From the mob who'll surely come
What you must remember:
All are equal in the grave.
Sits up in his ivory tower
Issues proclamations
"Off with their heads, they're out of line!"
The king came to power by force
Never by the will of man
Dominates by strength not love
Crushing those who dare defy.
King of Nothing, King of Nothing
Use guns and tanks upon your people
King of Nothing, King of Nothing
The eyes of the world are upon you
King of Nothing, King of Nothing
Loved by no-one but your "yes" men
King of Nothing, King of Nothing
The eyes of the world are upon you.
The king's men all afraid
Applauding all his speeches
Scared to speak their minds
Or flex their spines
It only takes one just man
Someone unafraid to die
To show the "King" for what he is
To topple a tyrant and bring peace.
Raid the throne room while you can
Fill a car and flee the state
Swiss account with billions
Enjoy it while you can
Living your life on the run
From the mob who'll surely come
What you must remember:
All are equal in the grave.
bad day at gothic rock
Remember when we used to own the clubs
And it was long black hair as far as the eye could see?
We'd be out every night of the week and it felt like a proper community
Hitchhiking across the land with a kit-bag and a tenner
Getting into clubs through the open ladies' toilet window
You'd crimp your hair and do your make-up drinking cheap cornershop champagne
And every girl you kissed tasted of aniseed and clove cigarettes.
There's a fracture in this rock
It will split it open wide
Those who do, and those who don't
Have taken opposing sides
The days of old are long gone
Some would say the "glory days"
As they pose on the promenade
In their finery for the local press.
Nowadays it's all keyboard warriors who hide behind usernames
For fear of being denounced as hypocrites for having a good time under the banner of goth.
They swear they never were, but we know otherwise
I ask you: who's telling the truth?
They trawl the internet looking for pictures of The Sisters
And leave abusive comments like turncoats
Stabbing your old mates in the back seems the passtime of choice for some people.
So what will become of the scene?
The annual trip up to the North East coast to the town where Dracula came ashore?
Fighting your way through the hoards in their crinoline and top hats
Eager to show their workmates how weird they are.
Hanging around the Spa instead of seeing the bands, I ask you:
What's that about?
Goth isn't about dressing up, it's about being an individual.
And it was long black hair as far as the eye could see?
We'd be out every night of the week and it felt like a proper community
Hitchhiking across the land with a kit-bag and a tenner
Getting into clubs through the open ladies' toilet window
You'd crimp your hair and do your make-up drinking cheap cornershop champagne
And every girl you kissed tasted of aniseed and clove cigarettes.
There's a fracture in this rock
It will split it open wide
Those who do, and those who don't
Have taken opposing sides
The days of old are long gone
Some would say the "glory days"
As they pose on the promenade
In their finery for the local press.
Nowadays it's all keyboard warriors who hide behind usernames
For fear of being denounced as hypocrites for having a good time under the banner of goth.
They swear they never were, but we know otherwise
I ask you: who's telling the truth?
They trawl the internet looking for pictures of The Sisters
And leave abusive comments like turncoats
Stabbing your old mates in the back seems the passtime of choice for some people.
So what will become of the scene?
The annual trip up to the North East coast to the town where Dracula came ashore?
Fighting your way through the hoards in their crinoline and top hats
Eager to show their workmates how weird they are.
Hanging around the Spa instead of seeing the bands, I ask you:
What's that about?
Goth isn't about dressing up, it's about being an individual.
Civil war
Tensions rising more each day
To the point of no return
Those who have, and those who have not
Have staked their seperate claim
So they're now recruiting armies
But which one will you join?
There'll be no turning back from this
You'd best say your goodbyes.
Dig your trenches deep
Build your walls higher still
Spies are everywhere so button your lip
Choose your friends with care.
One army fights with sticks and stones
The enemy has rockets and guns
The fighting will be bloody
No quarter given either way
If you fall into the hands of the other side
You won't be seen alive again
Shoot to kill and really mean it
If you miss you are a dead man.
Ever wondered why we're fighting this war?
Propaganda makes it clear
We pitch brother against brother
For as long as anyone can recall
You could lay your arms down tomorrow
Embrace the other side
Turn attention to our "masters"
Together we are stronger.
To the point of no return
Those who have, and those who have not
Have staked their seperate claim
So they're now recruiting armies
But which one will you join?
There'll be no turning back from this
You'd best say your goodbyes.
Dig your trenches deep
Build your walls higher still
Spies are everywhere so button your lip
Choose your friends with care.
One army fights with sticks and stones
The enemy has rockets and guns
The fighting will be bloody
No quarter given either way
If you fall into the hands of the other side
You won't be seen alive again
Shoot to kill and really mean it
If you miss you are a dead man.
Ever wondered why we're fighting this war?
Propaganda makes it clear
We pitch brother against brother
For as long as anyone can recall
You could lay your arms down tomorrow
Embrace the other side
Turn attention to our "masters"
Together we are stronger.
guy fawkes' night
They're coming from where the land meets the sky
Coming out of the dark night
With burning torches and their faces covered
Gathering in shadows with trouble on their minds
Wait until the time is right
Until the dying of daylight
Ready with what they would call "justice"
Others would call "anarchy"
In their masks and their hooded heads
They fill the watching world with fear and dread
Massed in squares and the public places
With a uniform of Guy Fawkes faces
November fifth never felt like this
The nation holds it's collective breath
What will happen when the mob meets the force?
Remember, remmeber, remember.
The eyes of the law will scrutinise them
That's why they wear their expressionless masks
The face of one man who dared to challenge
The stranglehold of the ruling elite
Cowardice in his accomplices
Let to the capture of all the "traitors"
Had they succeeded with their plan
Would we even be here now?
All power to them in their masks
All power to them and their high ideals
The ruling power has brought us to our kness
The spiteful rhetoric of the free market
Only feeds those who feed on greed
Adam Smith should be damned to oblivion
Burned in effigy every year
It's time we realised there is another way.
Coming out of the dark night
With burning torches and their faces covered
Gathering in shadows with trouble on their minds
Wait until the time is right
Until the dying of daylight
Ready with what they would call "justice"
Others would call "anarchy"
In their masks and their hooded heads
They fill the watching world with fear and dread
Massed in squares and the public places
With a uniform of Guy Fawkes faces
November fifth never felt like this
The nation holds it's collective breath
What will happen when the mob meets the force?
Remember, remmeber, remember.
The eyes of the law will scrutinise them
That's why they wear their expressionless masks
The face of one man who dared to challenge
The stranglehold of the ruling elite
Cowardice in his accomplices
Let to the capture of all the "traitors"
Had they succeeded with their plan
Would we even be here now?
All power to them in their masks
All power to them and their high ideals
The ruling power has brought us to our kness
The spiteful rhetoric of the free market
Only feeds those who feed on greed
Adam Smith should be damned to oblivion
Burned in effigy every year
It's time we realised there is another way.
enough
Money oils the wheels of industry
As sure as blood's red and wine is sweet
Your broken back is a small price to pay
A body's replacable anyway
Thousands are willing to take your place
Happy to throw their lives away
Always hungry, the machine wants more
How can you question what's gone before?
When no-one will ever hear your voice
Above the din of the factory
What would you say to those in power
Who don't even know your name?
Feed the machine, it's never enough
State, monarchy and government
We down below and them high above
Is it just me who's had enough?
Was there a time when we had a choice?
Did anyone ever hear our voice?
Feed the machine your everything
Feed the machine your everything.
"You'll get your reward in Heaven" they say
A lifetime based on a simple lie
They understand much more than you do
They've been put here to show you how
To put your faith in a higher power
Higher even than the dear old Queen
Only a traitor would disbelieve
The cruellest tool used by the machine
Know your place, it's on your knees
Only the chosen can see the light
You must work harder than all the rest
To catch a glimpse of the Promised Land.
As sure as blood's red and wine is sweet
Your broken back is a small price to pay
A body's replacable anyway
Thousands are willing to take your place
Happy to throw their lives away
Always hungry, the machine wants more
How can you question what's gone before?
When no-one will ever hear your voice
Above the din of the factory
What would you say to those in power
Who don't even know your name?
Feed the machine, it's never enough
State, monarchy and government
We down below and them high above
Is it just me who's had enough?
Was there a time when we had a choice?
Did anyone ever hear our voice?
Feed the machine your everything
Feed the machine your everything.
"You'll get your reward in Heaven" they say
A lifetime based on a simple lie
They understand much more than you do
They've been put here to show you how
To put your faith in a higher power
Higher even than the dear old Queen
Only a traitor would disbelieve
The cruellest tool used by the machine
Know your place, it's on your knees
Only the chosen can see the light
You must work harder than all the rest
To catch a glimpse of the Promised Land.
