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Take what's meant for you

It's more than you could fight for

Show the best smile you can

- enjoy the fruits of predation

Eat the crumbs that fall from heaven, from the master's table,

protect your bowl, don't ask - who's keeping it full

Pretend you have no idea,

It's not your game it's not your fault.

A golden shelter

Hide there inside

Watch it through my eyes

Touch it with my fingers

Written in my wounds my hell, my burden

Keep the smell of rotten flesh under the gold.

Console yourself:

This is not your war

You turned – your head – so fast – so many times

You should now break your neck

You don't know, you don't want to know

You have chosen the bliss of ignorance, don't ask!

Now

Watch it through my eyes

Touch it with my fingers

Written in my wounds my hell, my burden

Keep the smell of rotten flesh under the gold

Repeat yourself:

“This is not my war”

The king is naked but who cares anymore?

The king is naked but who's watching?

The king is soaked in blood and so is your face - unclean

Since you eat from his hand.

What will be next?

When there's nothing more to steal, to kill

Will they spare you? Will they feast upon your flesh?

Your carcass will serve the monster that grows.

Pretend you had no idea,

You are next in line, this is your fault.

A golden cage

Hide inside and pray

Watch it through my eyes

Touch it with my fingers

Written in my wounds my past, your future

Keep the smell of rotten flesh under the gold

Rejoice!

This Is not your war.