Absinthe Children

You serve a single purpose
To work is to ascend
These wheels must stay in motion
One more turn 'til heaven mends

We raise you in destruction
From cheap chaotic clay
A soul for sole production
The assembly line of our decay

The potion's stable in their hand
A stillborn child of endless demand
Spill your hopes, no turning back
Turning back

Wouldn't you rather taste
Wouldn't you rather taste the lie?

Behold our blind devotion
The eyeless slave is king
In this gamе the witless win

And every time you walk the night
You feel the life flee from their eyes
And every time as lights go out
For another absent child

The potion's stable in their hand
A stillborn child of endless demand
Spill your hopes, no turning back
Turning back

Wouldn't you rather taste the lie?

We hold these truths to be self-evident
That all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their creator
With certain unalienable rights
That among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness

Wouldn't you rather taste the lie?
Wouldn't you rather lie with the blind?
You will never watch them die
But tonight their screams will pierce the night

You serve no single purpose
You bow in no one's service
You serve no single purpose
Usurp the throne that claimed this
Draw blood to paint your vengeance
Absinthe child
The potion's stable in their hand
A stillborn child of endless demand
Spill your hopes, no turning back
Turning back

The poison cradles them to sleep
A toast to end of everything
Distilled are hopes, no turning back
Turning back



Credits
Writer(s): Jussi Tapani Laakso, Jussi Tuomas Saurio, Kalle Laakso, Tuomas Tapio Vaelimaa, Olli Heino
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