Ratters

Crying angels of deceivers,

flickering out of fainted screens,

Greedy eaten by the masses,

mutant tubes in agony

Seduced by words of wildcat content

Close your eyes in piece of mind

Unreal sweet dream

step by step lost of meaning

fade out of all doubts

Apprehend

fatal words of disillusions

crying loud for last solutions

Understand one can't trust cheaters

Among the Dead runs a fever

Contest for their best deceiver

And the one who will be chosen

destroys the world, no illusion

Blandish nightmare of emotion

stroking souls of wannabe

final attack of devotion

wading through insanity

Reduced as brute for final countdown

Close your eyes no piece of mind

Wishful thinking

deep inside tearless crying

betrayed by your own mind

Apprehend

Blandish words of so called leaders

slaves the mind for great deceivers

Understand don't trust those cheaters

Among the Dead runs a fever

Contest for their best deceiver

And the one who will be chosen

destroys the world, no illusion