Gods are changing when people grow And loose their faith from the hands of progress They are transformed and look brand new They change their names, but not their rules Mercenaries will play the flute Leading the rats with their comforting tune To wash their sins in toxic lakes Redemption comes with hideous ways
You were waiting for far to long, an age of new messiahs To come and teach you with every small detail a special kind of Truth
So many people all have to learn They must be sent to opposite directions Misinformation is a rewarding art A lost soul tastes just like old wine
You were waiting for far to long, an age of new messiahs To come and teach you with every small detail a special kind of Truth
