Opiate of the Masses lyrics
by Heathen
(Altus/White)
The future is scarred by the bloodstained past
Haunted by disgrace
Holy wars that are never ending
Forever fight of faith
Don't accuse these meaningless symbols
Created by mankind
Will they recognize their own creation?
Can they be so blind?
Fools manipulating all they see
Cruel as the world can be
Cries of pain as the tortured souls
Whither away into the dust
Power is the fix
And man is drawn to it
The illness and the lies
The virus never dies
To captivate the minds of the masses
Tell them what they want to hear
And for those who will oppose you
They will live in fear
Domination your favorite sensation
Operated by remote control
In your hands are the lives of the helpless
Their fate they'll never know