Mindlessly, we walk around in directions unforeseen. We live our lives and do our thing, but what has the world once been?
We cannot think yet live in fear on an earth that changed so fast. In factory's we labour and yet we know our easy lives were in the past.
Capitalists came and guilds had left; this revolution was unforeseen. We fear starvation and loss of word, but what has the world once been?
We cannot think but of the plague that haunts our modern lives. What did we do to this deserve, to summon the wrath of God?
Is live now truly lived in vain, for a hundred deaths I've seen. Like this today, we can't go on, but what has the world once been?
Our pagan minds are deemed to burn, the circle's been disband'd. For sake of religion we fear for our lives, for Christians now live in our lands.
The worship of their God, they have no remorse of the hundreds of fires they've seen. There is no way we cannot lose our minds, but what has the world once been?
I live in the darkness and stare at the rest, their mindless complaints for their so damn hard lives, but no-one does think about evil they see, so what will this world once be?