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quarta-feira, 13 de fevereiro de 2013

Heathen - Opiate Of The Masses





Opiate Of The Masses
Heathen

The future is scarred by the bloodstained past 
Haunted by disgrace
Holy wars that are never ending 
Forever fight of faith
Don't accuse these meaningless symbols 
Created by mankind
Will they recognize their own creation? 
Can they be so blind?

Fools manipulating all they see 
Cruel as the world can be
Cries of pain as the tortured souls 
whither away into the dust
Power is the fix
And man is drawn to it 
The illness and the lies 
The virus never dies

To captivate the minds of the masses 
Tell them what they want to hear 
And for those who will oppose you 
They will live in fear
Domination your favorite sensation 
Operated by remote control
In your hands are the lives of the helpless 
Their fate they'll never know

Fools manipulating all they see 
Cruel as the world can be
Cries of pain as the tortured souls 
Whither away into the dust

Power is the fix
And man is drawn to it
No matter the cost of what's won or lost 
Addiction planted the seed
That sprouted the tree of greed 
The illness and the lies
The virus never dies

Control your own destiny 
Get rid of insecurity
There's little truth in what they say 
Don't let 'em steal your life away

Power
To this world brings death and destruction 
Leaving the earth in decay
Money
Breeds organized crime and corruption 
Who says that crime doesn't pay?
Greed The green-seeking virus that spreads 
And manifests your selfish needs 
Spreading the addiction
Man's own contradiction
When it's themselves that they deceive