See the sleeping figures
Holding up the clock in prague's old town square
Blank faces of rock the wander and they follow guides
As they call then the clock starts chiming it is my wake up call
Parasitic humans losing all
(I feel)
All that we believed was true, all I thought was real
Cheated then set up by those we trusted
Most bitter were the drinks of party on the host
A rich man's war in poor man's blood
Silent their cries, the lost and loved led to the slaughter
Led by false hope follow behind the Judas goat

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN