Bright and burning throne You were born hysterical You pacify your hours to cope Nirvana at the end of your rope You're the guest of the gun One for all and all for none We're models of a mass attention In bottles for your mass production All the other gods are forgiving, but you never prayed enough Redder than the blood on your ribbon, but you never bled enough Walking with your eyes on the ceiling, till you break the pattern up Temple of the heart that you're filling, filling up Sentinel of your soul You are so intangible You pacify your hours to cope Nirvana at the end of your rope You're the guest of the gun One for all and all for none We're models of a mass attention In bottles for your mass production All the other gods are forgiving, but you never prayed enough Redder than the blood on your ribbon, but you never bled enough Walking with your eyes on the ceiling, till you break the pattern up Temple of the heart that you're filling, filling up Falling in, falling in, the perfect prey You'll never play All the other gods are forgiving, but you never prayed enough Redder than the blood on your ribbon, but you never bled enough Walking with your eyes on the ceiling, till you break the pattern up Temple of the heart that you're filling, filling up