Tarot

We live with rage, conditioned and natural, that is all
Another closed page, that's where all these victories will fall
This deadly lure, the eerie song of the sirens, we hear the call
We are the cure, we're worse than the disease
because we see what we've ceased to be, that is all
These times walk over us ripping us off the frames
Only wind stays to whisper all those forgotten names
of those who shared our tears of steel
Mercenary instinct, inbread domination ready to flare
Our pain is distinct, supressed with an effort of will
but always there
Blood crusted heands, signals of fear which we almost can't bear
The balckened sands from a thousand holocausts, we are to blame,
we drown with our shame and we don't care
We walk with madness which we are to enforce
We will be back again on our lonely course
Once again we'll rape with tears of steel
We're made of power which no one can deny
Our humanity was just another lie
We'll pay back with tears of steel