The Heel On The Throat Of The Young - The Great Deceiver

Ours is the golden future

As the heavy words softly roll

Ringing in our ears as we sit idly by

Towering towards the heavens

The hell that we have built

We created a monster

And now it’s coming for our children

Thrust into the stained skies

For efficiency pacified

We are but components of their machine

«Components»

I fast-forward through the film

To get what I must have missed

We bleed, we breathe

But we don’t live — we exist

Precious things that do not last

Our lips pressed to the decay

The master-plan will fall loud

As we sit idly by

As God movies across the water

The lie moves through us all

We created a monster

And now it’s coming for our children

Thrust into the stained skies

For efficiency pacified

We are but components of their machine

«Components»

I fast-forward through the film

To get what I must have missed

We bleed, we breathe

But we don’t live — we exist