The curse of freedom bears the plague of splintered truth
One god becomes a million and then they all become fraud
Kneel down to be righteous, kneel down for the lord
Kneel down for the hero, kneel down for the sword
Masses turn marches, youthThe rabble's left for the soldiers and the sluts for the maids
A whole world A whole world
If a cause is false, it is at least a cause
A whole world
The faith in a lord is its own reward
A whole world And in the corner of eye I see the plains Waco
I can see truth resurrected by lies and by force
I can see Jones in the jungle and youth marching in Berlin
I see believe in conspiracies some of old and some are new
I see a thousand new heroes raging a thousand new wars
Making order out of chaos but then blood is coming through
And the vision is blurred and the world is consumed
By roaring skies and the world is entombed
A whole world If a cause is false, it is at least a cause
A whole world
A whole world
The faith in a lord is its own reward A whole world
A whole world
A whole world
It's the blood of our youth that must be sacrificed
A whole world
So the evil of freedom can be exorcised.
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