How light could be
Our darkest hour?
None will be left
When they
Come to collect the blood debts

All accounts will be dry
Binary vessel
Full of nothing but dust

A vicious lust for control
Has turned us into pawns
For the faceless kings
Sheds rivers of blood
Turned the color of their lucre greed
Fiscal commandments impel and
We obey

Obey...
Obey...

Will obey...

The fury of the sun
Has passed into
The hands of men
Whose hands
Were already too fucking full
Of abused strength and anger
Of abuse and power
Bio-economics
Killing again and again