What glorified aim can keep us in line? Which grand design shall bring peace to us?
One by one, each generation Drawn into the constant conflict Breed in animosity, an ambition driven vendetta Left us with wandering eyes that see no future Five more seconds and your world shall crumble
Our saviors await at the silver screens Outshine with the light of collision they praise our martyrs It is the humanity's hour of sleep that scorches the earth Five more seconds and our world shall fall apart
What glorified aim can keep us in line? Which grand design shall bring peace to us?
The little great men of vanity Struggle to secure their thrones Inferior minions without compassion Marching through a parade of aversion
The lies, they feed on them Venal products of a corrupt system The diversion of truth they've led I'll-founded fabrics of an illusion