Intro:
It was like the end of world. There was destruction everwhere.
People scrambled around in hysterical panic.
Cars, buses and taxi were slamming into each other by the second.
Mass confussion reigned down on the matropolis like never before.
And the cause of all this...

[Verse 1 - Chester P]
Start the procession, march of the dead men,
Clutching the vision of a blind mans senses.
Every man's Judas, trusting corruptus,
Thirty bits of silver's on your mind in the darkness.
Living on the carcass of a world on the market,
Markings are wiped out.
You can buy the sky now, the stars and the sun too.
Look what controls us, look what becomes you,
Look to your compass.
Check your direction,
Watch for horsemen lost with the offspring of legends,
I'm boxed in this frame full of tension,
With both eyes watching.
Dead men tell no tales and I'm talking,
Caught in a war for material importance.
Earth song crutched, wretched and blistered.
We tested this restistance, I question existance.
All man's Judas, we all have the symptoms,
Distance arriving, last of the heart beats,
Can't speak, can't think, can't ever seem to sleep.
Have you ever felt guilt for way you live?
People starving while you're eating on your favourite dish.
Pollution's rising, the ice caps are mealting quick.
You might think it's better un said.
But some times I feel like we're better off dead, yeah.
You might think it's better un said.
But some times I feel like we're better off dead.

-Hook-
Looking at the end and my eyes in the mirror,
Death shall become us, we're better off dead.
Looking at the Judas in us all in the mirror,
Death shall become us, we're better off dead.
Looking at the end and my eyes in the mirror,
Death shall become us, we're better off dead.
Looking at the Judas in us all in the mirror,
Death shall become us.

[Verse 2 - Farma G]
I fear we're dead with no fight left.
God sent us angels and we clipped there wings,
Like we have no sense.
With science we murdered the mysteries,
And hid in the comfort of our man made luxuries.
We lie in our books, we lie like the elders,
Written by a pen, with greed as it's held up.
Right through the ages we don't need any sage or prophets,
Cause today we make our own way.
We paid for mistakes with an appologies face,
Man don't need faith, cause they got champagne.
And that's sham and pain, all mixed in a glass,
This world's gone mad, should I cry or laugh?
As my energy's low I wanna let it all blow,
As we walk on the moon, earth dies very slow.
She was stabbed and infected by the mess of mechanics.
And we're all gonna die when the rivers flow red,
And disease runs wild in ammoungst bloodshed.
Cause us stupid little humans and our very big heads,
Let go of the magic and every last breath,
And killed any chance of making progress.
This world and its people are better off dead.
This world and its people are better off dead.

-Hook-
Looking at the end and my eyes in the mirror,
Death shall become us, we're better off dead.
Looking at the Judas in us all in the mirror,
Death shall become us, we're better off dead.
Looking at the end and my eyes in the mirror,
Death shall become us, we're better off dead.
Looking at the Judas in us all in the mirror,
Death shall become us, we're better off dead.
Da na, we're better off dead.
Da na, we're better off dead.
Da na, we're better off dead.
Death shall become us, we're better off dead.


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