Everlost The Ministry Of Truth
Crowned with purified illusion
Right behind the throne you stand
Get me rid of your religion
The religion of the damned
Stripped of all the gifts corrupt
They cease to live and cease to die
It is rude to interrupt
While you are preaching genocide
You're keeping the hands on the pulse
Of the mentally deranged
They are helpless, speechless
And too blind to be afraid of the world
Of your world that spins no more
Of the hatred that you brought
Right into the hearts of youth
The ministry of truth
Keeping the hands on the pulse
Of the mentally deranged
But it's their right
To nourish the mutual hate
Hate for the world
For your world that spins no more
Due to madness that you brought
Right into the minds of youth
The ministry of truth
