left a widow Dark Lotus kinda like a boxer's fist Five of us packed together, covered up and ready to hit We turn bodies to souls, souls to blackness
inside of me Fist in the air, in the land of hypocrisy Movements come and movements go Leaders speak, movements cease When their heads are flown 'Cause all
all Yeah, I'm sick of it all Yeah, I'm sick of it all You know I'm sick of it all An' all an' all
wish it done. from thy false tears I did distil an essence which hath strength to kill; from thy own heart I then did wring the black blood in its blackest
wise Sweet sunrise turns to night fall [Chorus] This is the end of it all, to all deceivers And the blame falls all on us Bow to the doomsday king
drums of war pounding through our heads Saber waving leaders draw their battle lines economic conquest as the end draws nigth. Its' the ultimate hypocrisy! Mother of all
know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? Turning a blind eye to the lies just to keep it all together, But sometimes when I'm alone
wish it done. From thy false tears I did distil An essence which hath strength to kill; From thy own heart I then did wring The black blood in its blackest
to back to back, Better back off of him. You should not questioh at all his authority... Use a flag as a bandage. Stick 'em up, show us your pocket hypocrisy
you shattered my dreams in two all trust lost in dust I sweep and in agony I bleed your honesty repressed by hypocrisy mental thief, turning my life
wish it done. from thy false tears i did distil an essence which hath strength to kill; from thy own heart i then did wring the black blood in its blackest
mortality, reality. But the magician is quicker and his game Is much thicker than blood and blacker than ink And there's no time to think. Anger and jealousy's all
