The beckoning static don't stop anymore
From televised black jack to live streamed war
Take blood from a turnip
Take money from blood
Take order from chaos
Take terror from love
We sacrifice everything
We choke down glass
We build up a wall just to drown out the past
We pray to the future
We take from the found
And we'll burn this factory right down to the ground
There is evil in the dirt
For a second, it'll hurt
Black smoke in the air
There is evil everywhere
From the peaks of the mountain
To the depths of the pit
Every engine and sprocket is starting to quit
Take time from the living
Take money from time
Turn order to chaos
Turn breaths into crimes
We sacrifice nothing
We grind down glass
We build up a wall to keep out the past
We lean to the future
We take from the crown
And we'll burn this palace right down to the ground
There is evil in the dirt
For a second, it'll hurt
Black smoke in the air
There is evil everywhere
