Wading through the oceans of minced dreamswhile they puke some little pieces ofsurreal truth to feed the stupid crowdThe endless kiss of him that made them proudso the rigid lens gives youthe perfect viewinto the heatedheart of bloody polished steelandas they started dancing (on mutilated humanity)you can hear them paying homage to theirunknown fearSee what we have given youSee what we can do for youWe just do what we are toldWe must do what we are toldfor religion we are soldWe just do what we are toldfor religion we are soldall we touch is dead and coldAnd while they exorcise what they believealways flagging honour and justicevindication for their blinded greedso that you can play the innocent'cause you learned how to behavein a virtuell world that'sfull of mutilated dreamsand as they started dancing (on mutilated humanity)you can hear them paying homage to theirunknown fearSee what we can give for youSee what we have done for youall we have is here before youaccept our lives, we must implore you