Songtext von The New Elite

From the hellenistic face Comes the smile that betrays A scripture filled with suffering And educated lies For years I've told the people as enslavement reared it's ugly head For years I watched them struggle to embrace their daily bread Forget the church, forget the steeple, free thinking is nearly dead, nearly dead The neglected future of this fallen race, the victims of the chosen will be saved The sorrow and the suffering of the weak, tomorrow will belong to the new elite For years I've told the people as enslavement reared it's ugly head For years I watched them struggle to embrace their daily bread Forget the church, forget the steeple, free thinking is nearly dead, nearly dead