Opiate of the Masses - Heathen

The future is scarred by the bloodstained past

Haunted by disgrace

Holy wars that are never ending

Forever fight of faith

Don’t accuse these meaningless symbols

Created by mankind

Will they recognize their own creation?

Can they be so blind?

Fools manipulation all they see

Cruel as the world can be Cries of pain as the tortured souls

Whither away into the dust

Power is the fix

And man is drawn to it The illness and the lies

The virus never dies

To captivate the minds of the masses

Tell them what they want to hear

And for those who will oppose you

They will live in fear

Domination your favorite sensation

Operated by remote conreol

In your hands are the lives of the helpless

Their fate they’ll never know

Fools manipulation all they see

Cruel as the world can be Cries of pain as the tortured souls

Whither away into the dust

Power is the fix

And man is drawn to it No matter the cost of what’s won or lost

Addiction planted the seed

That sprouted the tree of greed

The illness and the lies

The virus never dies

Control your own destiny

Get rid of insecurity

There’s little truth in what they say

Don’t let’em steal your life away

Power

To this world brings death and destruction

Leaving the earth in decay

Money

Breeds organized crime and corruption

Who says that crime doesn’t pay?

Greed

The greed-seeking virus that spreads

And manifests your selfish needs

Spreading the adiction

Man’s own contradiction

When it’s themselves that they deceive