These images of the television heads spouting promises that disappear in days
Move and shift as we cross the Styx (and the carnival slips out of town)
Past ideas never did us anything -the rolling stone of progress flattened us
We move and shift as the Rubicon laps at the feet of the masses that never return
You quench your thirst with ashes
You plant your seeds in sand
And watch as weeds devour

You pride these institutions that glorify disease
One thousand knives have stabbed the backs of those you have deceived
You can t get there from here, the beaten path s a dead end road
Burning bridges coming down again

We hope and pray for a leader to come, our new world man realized-
Is the jackal enthroned with his suit and phone, the financial demon s arrived
Hype and praise for the avaricious way, all sacrifices must be made
Get in line and put the noose on your neck, there s plenty of rope for us all

You think you make the difference,
Yet you ingest their gruel
And reek with stench of profit

You pride these institutions that glorify disease
One thousand knives have stabbed the backs of those you have deceived
You can t get there from here, the beaten path s a dead end road
Burning bridges coming down again

The crowd is shifting, the target s getting closer, the bastard smiles with his sinister grin
Its retribution, no mercy ever given the wolf is howling as the sheep devour