See the sleeping figures Holding up the clock In pragne's old town square Blank faces of rock They wander and they follow Guides as they call Then the clock starts chiming It is my wake up call
A rich man's war In poor man's blood Silent their crises The lost and loved Led to the slaughter led by false hope Follow behind the Judas Goat
Parasitic humans Losing all (I feel) All that we believed was true All I thought was real Cheated then set up By those we trusted Most bitter were the drinks Of party on the host
A rich man's war In poor man's blood Silent their cries The lost and loved Led to the slaughter Led by false hope Follow behind the Judas Goat