Time Machine - Army Of The Dead lyrics

rate me

warm and safe at home, staring at the telly

their eyes are open wide and still they're blind

puppets of a show

a life they take for granted

they live a life that someone else controls

why do they never wonder

who's above and pulling strings

addicted to the thrill

of cyber-sexual dreaming

slaves to the harlots they will never have

prostitutes at work

all for their career

ready to be betray for a little more

victims of the wheel

children of the evil

standing proud of being nil

hanging on the wheel

creatures of the evil

time will lead 'em back to Hell

they're going round and around

and spending their life in the Army of the Dead

they keep spinning around and around

and die day by day

for the Master of Death

Sundays at the church

repenting for their sinning

speaking words of faith to pagan lords

profession of belief

in African starvation

banking fees are killing more than deeds

victims of the wheel

children of the evil

standing proud of being nil

hanging on the wheel

creatures of the evil

time will lead 'em back to Hell

they're going round and around

and spending their life in the Army of the Dead

they keep spinning around and around

and die day by day

for the Master of Death

they're going round and around

and spending their life in the Army of the Dead

they keep spinning around and around

and die day by day

for the Master of Death

aliger daemon

fulgores humanae gloriae

et ardentium

cupiditatum largitur