The Altar / Mary
I'm feeling ready
Born into a cage that leads directly to the slaughter
Ritual sacrifice at the altar of the altar of the fucking dollar
The machine needs blood
The show must go on
Can't have the upper class if there's no one underneath them
Sawing through the top rungs before selling you
A chance to climb the corporate ladder
At the base of the ivory tower, the bodies pile up
Lured you with a future but it won't exist
Shamed you for a failure that they won't admit
Somebody has to die as a warning to the rest
Shut up and get in line, take what you can get
Oh, Lord, I wish that I could quit
But the idol in the middle tends to rule with a fist
I'm not blind
But my hands are tied
I'll tint my lenses rose, I'm handing people hope
They'd rather make ends meet than meet their maker with a rope (right?)
I'm not Satan, just a friend
So I might pay my penance when I get my dividend (rise!)
Somebody has to die
Somebody has to die
Somebody has to die
Somebody has to die
Somebody has to die
Die
I say I'm okay but I've got a ways to go
Both ends of the candle burn the rope
So talk to me, talk to me, I've got it bad
Forgot what I needed, lost what I had
Mary, I feel the Devil in this room tonight
I'm fading, I'm a sinner and I can't stop now
Unless I hold my breath long enough to see God
Somebody wake me up 'cause I'd rather be anywhere else
And if I don't come back
You could be my epitaph
I could live in painted glass
Just like you, just like you
Born into a cage that leads directly to the slaughter
Ritual sacrifice at the altar of the altar of the fucking dollar
The machine needs blood
The show must go on
Can't have the upper class if there's no one underneath them
Sawing through the top rungs before selling you
A chance to climb the corporate ladder
At the base of the ivory tower, the bodies pile up
Lured you with a future but it won't exist
Shamed you for a failure that they won't admit
Somebody has to die as a warning to the rest
Shut up and get in line, take what you can get
Oh, Lord, I wish that I could quit
But the idol in the middle tends to rule with a fist
I'm not blind
But my hands are tied
I'll tint my lenses rose, I'm handing people hope
They'd rather make ends meet than meet their maker with a rope (right?)
I'm not Satan, just a friend
So I might pay my penance when I get my dividend (rise!)
Somebody has to die
Somebody has to die
Somebody has to die
Somebody has to die
Somebody has to die
Die
I say I'm okay but I've got a ways to go
Both ends of the candle burn the rope
So talk to me, talk to me, I've got it bad
Forgot what I needed, lost what I had
Mary, I feel the Devil in this room tonight
I'm fading, I'm a sinner and I can't stop now
Unless I hold my breath long enough to see God
Somebody wake me up 'cause I'd rather be anywhere else
And if I don't come back
You could be my epitaph
I could live in painted glass
Just like you, just like you
Credits
Writer(s): Frederik Thaae, Paul Marc Rousseau, Michael Tompa
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