There was an old and high grown tree Hung with fruits of glass and metal And around it waiting for a piece A crowd of mindless cattle Thousand miles and more they've wandered To fetch one of those shiny fruits Forgot to eat! forgot to drink! Only thinking of their loot Walking on a path of ignorance Shattered hopes beneath their feet Following this hollow trail Chasing their desire for those rotten seeds Keep on selling him your mind Keep on kneeling to his rules Stunned by the sparkling surface They've forgotten who they are The spell of their precious treasure Fills the dark void in their hearts Keep on selling him your mind Keep on kneeling to his rules Yet their master is already dead They still sacrifice unto his head The trade facts for the bliss of faith And reason for his mindcontrol Drenched in euphoria they ignore That those fruits were made of blood Were made of crushed dreams and of tears They keep worshippin' their god They are happy to be blind They are happy to be tools They are happy to be blind Even happy to be tools! Suffocate! Still the tree keeps on growing Leading its rotten fellowship Straight at the edge of the abyss On this psychopathic trip Keep on selling him your mind Keep on selling him your soul Suffocate on rotten seeds