Danse Macabre Ignorance Is Bliss
"The subtitle in Latin (after Vergilius) freely translated means ® Gods deliver the
earth from such a pest ¯. A feeling that comes to mind whenever being
confronted with mass hysteries. When someone famous dies millions of people
who never even met the person are shedding tears, artists are recording songs
for the funeral and millions of records are being sold. Pathetic. Soap series
polluting the TV screen consumed by ignorant masses. Jetset people living in
their ivory tower cultivating ® the cult of personality ¯, all so tiring. Artificial
values become standard. The each his own, I am aware, nevertheless this track
to show our disrespect for sheep, how arrogant this may sound. Vocals
performed in this way, exactly how I felt when thinking of the people described."
It is so amusing
To see you clap your hands
To some else's tune
So pleasant to hear you speak
Words created by others
Quite easy to follow
Another person's steps
Convenient to walk a path
Secured by others
Ever thought about finding your own?
What about integrity?
Where did you hide your soul?
What about finding your own?
Individuality?
Where did you hide your soul?
Your eyes are red
Your voice is rough
But is it your song
You are chanting?
Speaking way too loud
Slogans I have heard before
Tapping your foot
To someone else's tune?
Where did you hide your soul?
