The Show Is Over

Progress as method
Betrayed for the truth
Power to reach the spheres
Where nothing can harm them
Your colour is red
No bad conscience
Disturbs your dreams

Manipulate, annihilate
The time is right to stop
The maggots pray
Shut up, you have nothing to say
The show is over

No victims will win
Death and decay
We pay for your sins
They hate to pray
Death and decay

This is what you leave behind
Crying women, fatal illness, dying children
Convulsive with pain
Rotten bodies, laughing grimaces
No way out

Can you hеar my words?
Your chatter is just absurd
Just talking about love
Disseminatе hate and fear

Your master is the player
You puppets get led
No heart, no humanity
Just stupidity and blindness

Manipulate, annihilate
The time is right to stop
The maggots pray
Shut up, you have nothing to say
The show is over
The show is over

I cut my loss
I've paid my dues
I'm not to be about
To suffer your countenance
I cut my loss
I've paid my dues
I'm not to be about
To suffer