Murdocracy
Tell me what you believe
That hysteria is written by men who are paid to believe
What their leaders were told
Like the bravery of fighting a war by remote control.
We worshipped the pillars of greed
and the silent majority shuffled along with muted dissent
As white collar criminals gambled their empires away.
But you're got blood on your hands. [2x]
But it's not a question of faith
There's a man with a cross in his hands
and a darkness that burns through his soul
If your god does exist
Then you'll be the first to burn.
Murdocracia
Dime en qué crees
Que la histeria es escrita por hombres pagados para creer
Lo que sus líderes les dijeron
Como la valentía de pelear una guerra por control remoto.
Adoramos los pilares de la codicia
y la mayoría silenciosa se desplazaba con disidencia silenciada
Mientras criminales de cuello blanco apostaban sus imperios.
Pero tienes sangre en tus manos. [2x]
Pero no es cuestión de fe
Hay un hombre con una cruz en sus manos
y una oscuridad que quema su alma
Si tu dios existe
Entonces serás el primero en arder.