Stacks of diamonds inside private ivory towers
Blood swirls spinning into glasses of pure water
Watch us shaking hands, rolling the loaded dice
The old clan sharing the same cup of vice
Breastfed with the sour milk of hate
Blood red skies above and beyond our fate
♪
Lives wasted, harvested and buried in the sand
He who steals a pin steals a pound every now and then
Watch us shaking hands, warmest congratulations
Once our shadows gone hits the illusion
What you see is what they get
We move as pawns in a much bigger game
What you see is what they get
We move as pawns in a much bigger game
♪
Breastfed with the sour milk of hate
Blood red skies above and beyond our fate
Breastfed with the sour milk of hate
(What you see is what they get)
Blood red skies above and beyond our fate
(What you see is what they get)