Rotten Seeds - The Last Hangmen

there was an old and high grown tree

hung with fruits of glas and metal

and around it waiting for a piece

a crowd of mindless cattle

thousand miles and more they’ve wandered

to fetch one of those shiny fruits

forgot to eat!

forgot to drink!

only thinking of their loot

walking on a path of ignorance

shattered hopes beneath their feet

following this hollow trail

chasing their desire for those rotten seeds

keep on selling him your mind

keep on kneeling to his rules

stunned by the sparkling surface

they’ve forgotten who they are

the spell of their precious tresure

fills the dark void in their hearts

keep on selling him your mind

keep on kneeling to his rules

yet their master is already dead

they still sacrifice unto his head

the trade facts for the bliss of faith

and reason for his mindcontrol

drenched in euphoria they ignore

that those fruits were made of blood

were made of crushed dreams and of tears

they keep worshippin' their god

they are happy to be blind

they are happy to be tools

they are happy to be blind

even happy to be tools!

suffocate!

still the tree keeps on growing

leading its rotten fellowship

straight at the edge of the abyss

on this psychopathic trip

keep on selling him your mind

keep on selling him your soul

suffocate on rotten seeds