All this puppets on the stage… He makes big money. He has a theatrical dolls. He too keen on. He did not notice the edge. But why blind crowd prays to this god?!
Your puppets so pretty, your dolls so pure. With beauty faces, but without souls. Kids come to life. For they it's like cure When your clowns sing about love. And they begin praying to pure pop devil They choose silicon faith and truth Don't you really feel a powerful evil Then pure pop satan come in you.
Now it's has gone too far! You have found a new god! And prayer to your lord.
Today you born! New religion! Too many people want to die. But who but me know that it's fiction All your life construct on lies! You dont need new ideas. You don't find something new'n'fresh Crowd so stupid and you know it Again you tear, young pretty flesh.
Now it's has gone too far! You have found a new god! And prayer to your lord.
All this puppets on the stage… He makes big money. He has a theatrical dolls. He too keen on. He did not notice the edge. But why blind crowd prays to this god?! Everybody fools they don't see that you do And they help you to made new puppets again! They close eyes and ears, they refuse see the truth, But at one time they wake up! Amen.