Opiate Of The Masses (Heathen)

The future is scarred by the bloodstained past Haunted by disgrace Holy wars that are never ending Forever fight of faith Don't accuse these meaningless symbols Created by mankind Will they recognize their own creation? Can they be so blind? Fools manipulating all they see Cruel as the world can be Cries of pain as the tortured souls whither away into the dust Power is the fix And man is drawn to it The illness and the lies The virus never dies To captivate the minds of the masses Tell them what they want to hear And for those who will oppose you They will live in fear Domination your favorite sensation Operated by remote control In your hands are the lives of the helpless Their fate they'll never know Fools manipulating all they see Cruel as the world can be Cries of pain as the tortured souls Whither away into the dust Power is the fix And man is drawn to it No matter the cost of what's won or lost Addiction planted the seed That sprouted the tree of greed The illness and the lies The virus never dies Control your own destiny Get rid of insecurity There's little truth in what they say Don't let 'em steal your life away Power To this world brings death and destruction Leaving the earth in decay Money Breeds organized crime and corruption Who says that crime doesn't pay? Greed The green-seeking virus that spreads And manifests your selfish needs Spreading the addiction Man's own contradiction When it's themselves that they deceive