A Demagogue's Hymn
Concern is a weakness
Truth is a lie
Never apologize and never ask why
Suppress the ones who challenge
Smother those who care
Fuck them over and deceive
Those who aren't here, ooo
As the sun sets for the last time
Ashes in your mouth. Get your taste of victory
Feel the final thrill
If you can't get a piece of heaven
No one will
Smile as you suffocate, laugh at the storm
Point your greasy fingers as the last chance is scorn
As the heat peels away your flesh you've got your perfect hell
There is nothing inside, just a hollow shell
The future holds nothing, so nothing's left to save
We had our run, we're standing on our grave
It was too late long ago, we never stood a chance
As the baleful grin of history leaves us in it's trance, ooo
Darkness puts its veil around us, ashes turn to dust
We should have done something before it was too late
They were just to powerful
The kings have sealed our fate
Long ago
Smile as you suffocate, laugh at the storm
Point your greasy fingers as the last chance is scorn
As the heat peels away your flesh you've got your perfect hell
There is nothing inside
Just a hollow shell
Just a hollow shell
Dust to dust
Dust in the sky
We are all to blame
Somber and fortified
You are the same as us now
No longer untouchable
You're part of the dust now
Bloated on the outside, empty inside
You're part of the dust now
You have all become dust now
Now, fall
Now!
Smile as you suffocate
Laugh at the storm
Point your greasy fingers as the last chance is scorn
As the heat peels away your flesh you've got your perfect hell
(your perfect hell)
There is nothing inside
Just a hollow shell
Just a hollow shell
You got your will
You got your will!
A blackened world
Left behind
Blistered souls
Of our children
Unborn contempt
You got your will (got your will)
Your final thrill (final thrill)
You got your will
Unborn contempt
You will
Your will is dead!
Truth is a lie
Never apologize and never ask why
Suppress the ones who challenge
Smother those who care
Fuck them over and deceive
Those who aren't here, ooo
As the sun sets for the last time
Ashes in your mouth. Get your taste of victory
Feel the final thrill
If you can't get a piece of heaven
No one will
Smile as you suffocate, laugh at the storm
Point your greasy fingers as the last chance is scorn
As the heat peels away your flesh you've got your perfect hell
There is nothing inside, just a hollow shell
The future holds nothing, so nothing's left to save
We had our run, we're standing on our grave
It was too late long ago, we never stood a chance
As the baleful grin of history leaves us in it's trance, ooo
Darkness puts its veil around us, ashes turn to dust
We should have done something before it was too late
They were just to powerful
The kings have sealed our fate
Long ago
Smile as you suffocate, laugh at the storm
Point your greasy fingers as the last chance is scorn
As the heat peels away your flesh you've got your perfect hell
There is nothing inside
Just a hollow shell
Just a hollow shell
Dust to dust
Dust in the sky
We are all to blame
Somber and fortified
You are the same as us now
No longer untouchable
You're part of the dust now
Bloated on the outside, empty inside
You're part of the dust now
You have all become dust now
Now, fall
Now!
Smile as you suffocate
Laugh at the storm
Point your greasy fingers as the last chance is scorn
As the heat peels away your flesh you've got your perfect hell
(your perfect hell)
There is nothing inside
Just a hollow shell
Just a hollow shell
You got your will
You got your will!
A blackened world
Left behind
Blistered souls
Of our children
Unborn contempt
You got your will (got your will)
Your final thrill (final thrill)
You got your will
Unborn contempt
You will
Your will is dead!
Credits
Writer(s): Kjetil Nordås
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