These are the days of darkness
Three days to cleanse the open wound
The stench of death surrounds me
And the streets are a barren waste

In the eyes of a dead man
Pale, bleak and putrid
A hollow gaze sees nothing
The cataract eye is blind

These are the days of sorrow
Followed by nights of grief
Drown the weight of tomorrow
In gallons of liquid relief

Your visions are pale
Your eyesight is blurred
You’ll never see the light of day again
You’ll never see the light of day again

So follow your leaders
Obey their profits and losses
You gave up your rights
To carry their crosses

Repetition

Each day the same routine
The word and gospel is repetition
You are unknowingly enslaved
On the road to perdition

Meek
Abject
Submissive
Resigned

So follow your leaders
Obey their profits and losses
You gave up your rights
To carry their crosses

You gave up your rights