كلمات Y.K.E.D.A

Do you know tomorrow is made of lies? Take a sip of truth Before they read your rights Tonight Think you've got the answers They made'em up made you clean Enough for the neo-Christ Isn't that nice They talker about the dieties And the sacrificial obscurities For the sake of life Do you find the rationale divine? Make a pentagram for the god of light You know everybody dies alone You know everybody dies alone You know that they're using mind control You know everybody dies alone Lead a life luxurious Then they took it all Make a new living as a succubus Void of Lust They'll tell you what pleasure is If your leisure time's spent drinking wine Being such a lush There's no rush Aliens form pickett lines For their wicked shrines Cast in plastic beneath a retail sign Do you find the rationale divine? Burn it to the ground for the god of light You know everybody dies alone You know everybody dies alone You know that they're using mind control You know everybody dies alone