Acted situation Cheap shadowplay, sold expensive Triumph of a dying culture
Rotten core Surrounded by the Faceless circle stream Rolls like the boom Of giant granite cylinders Exposed victims and their hopeless runs Breathe in dust with a boot in their neck The fear in their eyes Make spectators hearts Beat the slow rhythm Of executed "justice"
Spiral progress, unstoppable Exhausted sources Replaced by perversion
Now we come down Down there to the realm of blood Diving in seas of Putrified bodies
Charge yourself during scenes of dying You will buy again Cause boredom creates hunger
