The Show Is Over

Progress as method
Betrayed for the truth
Power to reach the spheres
Where nothing can harm them
Your colour is red
No bad conscience
Disturbs your dreams
Manipulate, annihilate
The time is right to stop
The maggots pray
Shut up, you have nothing to say
The show is over
No victims will win
Death and decay
We pay for your sins
They hate to pray
Death and decay
This is what you leave behind
Crying women, fatal illness
Dying children
Convulsive with pain
Rotten bodies, laughing grimaces
No way out
Can you hear my words?
Your chatter is just absurd
Just talking about love
Disseminate hate and fear
Your master is the player
You puppets get led
No heart, no humanity, just stupidity and blindness
Manipulate, annihilate
The time is right to stop the maggots pray
Shut up, you have nothing to say
The show is over
The show is over
I cut my loss
I’ve paid my dues
I’m not to be about
To suffer your countenance
I cut my loss
I’ve paid my dues
I’m not to be about
To suffer