Welcome to the year of suicides
Where wasting time means waiting for a disaster
Where all hopes are gone and all shelters are locked
They wrote roles and rules and laws
And our task is the crawl on the edge
With salt on the wounds and ash upon our heads
They push us one after another into tragedy's arms
They stare at us from their golden palaces floating into this shit
Obey and die
Obey and commit the ultimate sacred rite
Just follow the martyr that goes before you.