Land of treason, waste no reason   We are breathing fire   We're packs of dogs, we're enemies of men   We are not desired      Our faces show, we've grown cold   But have not conspired   Old hearts gone, the future's on   Mother nations mired      I like a receptacle for the chosen dead   We find our bodies clawed   With the scent of death   We find that we are not so very awed      Loyalties burned, the words our blurred   Overturn your own   Walk like dogs and watch the doors   Have your other stone      Stop the toys that match disordered   Calculate the thrones   Feel the pulse descending   Decaying hallowed tomes      In the starving sense you worship   The nations of debris   You wear a cost of sewage   That you've never even seen      The time is now, the vicious here   A stolen dinner code   The license of the savage land   That you've always sold      So bite the hand that needs you   And bless another coal   The virus never issues   From a cotton so very old      As the lights come down   [Incomprehensible]   You wash your hands and start to climb   The ladder that you stole      Slip the hatch and spin the sword   The money lords are poor   Push the tan that rolls downhill   Their sense of dream absorbed      Still the cat that breaks the night   Tie him to the core   Chase the viruses that believe   That what's right is scored      It's a senseless cash in right for right   What's wrong is never gone   And left is just a passion   For the fools golden dawn