Nettlethrone In Five Seconds We Shall Fall
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
