Dark Ages - Scar The Martyr

In tow they sink… to the lowest level

They lie, steal, cheat… they stand for nothing

The gods of greed… they feed on our failure

they planet their seeds, don’t buy what they’re selling

It’s a stab in the back, it’s a slap in the face

Our culture, it preys upon weakness

The facts, they are false.

Yet we must erase…

The ignorance, we are the witness

In the face of fear, we’re living in the dark ages again

To define what’s real, what’s left of us will come to an end

What’s left of us will come to an end

Rethink, rebuild, the falsehood of nations

Console, conceal, believe in nothing

The lords of war, they hide behind weapons

Destruct, deceive, decode all their secrets

In the face of fear, we’re living in the dark ages again

To define what’s real, what’s left of us will come to an end

What’s left of us will come to an end

We can’t turn it off, we can’t look away

We can’t beg to differ, know, I’m better than you

Can’t turn it off, can’t look away

In the face of fear, we’re living in the dark ages again

To define what’s real, what’s left of us will come to an end

What’s left of us will come to an end

What’s left of us will come to an END