They teach you to kill   Feed you with sin   Numbed   by your fears   You are not giving in      No space for regrets   No chance for an   end   Hand them their masks   Sit back and watch how      Existence is   dehumanized   Their breed destroys hope   Culutre is adapted so their   Profit isn   not interrupted      Armed to the teeth   Detached from reason   You believe    what   they preach      No space for regrets   No chance for an end   Hand them their   masks   Sit back and watch how      These traitors live among us   Ignored by the   mass   Disdained by no one   They keep on selling death      It’s time to stop your   apathy   Don’t trust their hollow lies   Stop feasting while others die      The   torch goes out   All hope dies out      The ones selling death are    the ones who   decide      All hope dies out