House on a Hill

(Our impulses are being redirected

We are living in an artificially induced state of consciousness that resembles sleep

The poor and the underclass are growing

Racial justice and human rights are non-existent

They have created a repressive society

And we are their unwilling accomplishments

Their intention to rule rests with their annihilation of consciousness)

Somewhere in the end of all this hate

There's a light ahead

That shines into this grave that's in the end of all this pain

In the night ahead there's a light upon this

House on a hill

The Living, living still

Their intention is to kill and they will, they will

But the children are doing fine

I think about them all the time

Until they'll drink the wine and they will, they will, they will

Somewhere in the end we're all insane

To think that light ahead can save us from this

Grave that's in the end of all this pain

In the night ahead there's a light upon this

House on a hill

The Living, living still

Their intention is to kill and they will, they will

But the children are doing fine

I think about them all the time

Until they'll drink the wine and they will, they will, they will

Oh, oh, oh...

I am not afraid

I won't burn out in this place

My intention is to fade and I will, I will

And this house on a hill

The dead are living still

And their intention is to kill and they will, they will

Keep your children safe inside

Out of pocket, out of mind

Until they'll drink the wine and they will, they will, they will

Oh, oh, oh...