C C# the conquistadors, they all vomit lies C C# and the raped people are left with empty eyes C C# and in their reflections, you are hypnotized C another destroyed culture C# you have left traumatizedG# G G# you hypnotize G G# god-damn your eyes G G# god-damn your eyes G your fucking lies and their maps of conquest they chart the unknown seas and they're malicious gift is in a new disease they pray to broken crosses then they pontificate they leave a trail of bloodshed that paves the police-state and now they are the legends the kings of industry the genocide of millions clear cut the forest trees they meet at giant tables to divide the spoils they play their games of leisure upon the bloodied soils the more the path is paved the more we give away and moss blocks out the day and stone turns into clay you've worn out every mask the first one leaves at last you've mastered every task but you'll die with the past
