Phantom
๐ต 1798 characters
โฑ๏ธ 7:12 duration
๐ ID: 11461958
๐ Lyrics
The hearts of men have grown tired and weak
Welcome to all forms of corruption
Blind to all, but power, profit and gain
And all of our earthly possessions
We decorate, happily our tombs to be
With the brilliant art of illusion
Perpetuating the cycle
All surface, no depth
Without destitution there would be no sickening wealth
The medication, the guilt
The low self-esteem and the nervous sweat
The sleeping troubles, the cancers
The heart attacks, the early deaths
The end of justice, the radiant fires
The waste left behind in the all-cleansing flames
The poisonous fumes from our own funeral pyre
The pesticide that we inhale
We feed the machines with our blood, our sweat
The phantoms are here, I can hear them
Gathered in flocks they watch over our steps
Our intellect, it must not be awakened
With their broken promises, your broken backs
By the new world order oppressed
All who question their methods
All who question their reasons
All who question their ethics
Silenced by the crack of the whip of progress
The medication, the guilt
The low self-esteem and the nervous sweat
The sleeping troubles, the cancers
The heart attacks, the early deaths
The end of justice, the radiant fires
The waste left behind in the all-cleansing flames
The poisonous fumes from our own funeral pyre
The pesticide that we inhale
All who question their methods
All who question their reasons
All who question their ethics
Silenced by the crack of the whip of progress
The medication, the guilt
The low self-esteem and the nervous sweat
The sleeping troubles, the cancers
The heart attacks, the early deaths
The end of justice, the radiant fires
The waste left behind in the all-cleansing flames
The poisonous fumes from our own funeral pyre
The pesticide that we inhale x5
The pesticide that we inhale x5
Welcome to all forms of corruption
Blind to all, but power, profit and gain
And all of our earthly possessions
We decorate, happily our tombs to be
With the brilliant art of illusion
Perpetuating the cycle
All surface, no depth
Without destitution there would be no sickening wealth
The medication, the guilt
The low self-esteem and the nervous sweat
The sleeping troubles, the cancers
The heart attacks, the early deaths
The end of justice, the radiant fires
The waste left behind in the all-cleansing flames
The poisonous fumes from our own funeral pyre
The pesticide that we inhale
We feed the machines with our blood, our sweat
The phantoms are here, I can hear them
Gathered in flocks they watch over our steps
Our intellect, it must not be awakened
With their broken promises, your broken backs
By the new world order oppressed
All who question their methods
All who question their reasons
All who question their ethics
Silenced by the crack of the whip of progress
The medication, the guilt
The low self-esteem and the nervous sweat
The sleeping troubles, the cancers
The heart attacks, the early deaths
The end of justice, the radiant fires
The waste left behind in the all-cleansing flames
The poisonous fumes from our own funeral pyre
The pesticide that we inhale
All who question their methods
All who question their reasons
All who question their ethics
Silenced by the crack of the whip of progress
The medication, the guilt
The low self-esteem and the nervous sweat
The sleeping troubles, the cancers
The heart attacks, the early deaths
The end of justice, the radiant fires
The waste left behind in the all-cleansing flames
The poisonous fumes from our own funeral pyre
The pesticide that we inhale x5
The pesticide that we inhale x5
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[02:33.35] The hearts of men have grown tired and weak
[02:36.04] Welcome to all forms of corruption
[02:38.61] Blind to all, but power, profit and gain
[02:41.86] And all of our earthly possessions
[02:44.21] We decorate, happily our tombs to be
[02:47.17] With the brilliant art of illusion
[02:50.13] Perpetuating the cycle
[02:52.98] All surface, no depth
[02:55.71] Without destitution there would be no sickening wealth
[03:00.94] The medication, the guilt
[03:03.22] The low self-esteem and the nervous sweat
[03:06.31] The sleeping troubles, the cancers
[03:08.96] The heart attacks, the early deaths
[03:11.96] The end of justice, the radiant fires
[03:14.85] The waste left behind in the all-cleansing flames
[03:17.41] The poisonous fumes from our own funeral pyre
[03:22.87] The pesticide that we inhale
[03:29.52] We feed the machines with our blood, our sweat
[03:31.89] The phantoms are here, I can hear them
[03:34.33] Gathered in flocks they watch over our steps
[03:37.32] Our intellect, it must not be awakened
[03:40.17] With their broken promises, your broken backs
[03:42.89] By the new world order oppressed
[03:45.70] All who question their methods
[03:48.51] All who question their reasons
[03:51.42] All who question their ethics
[03:54.22] Silenced by the crack of the whip of progress
[03:56.50] The medication, the guilt
[03:59.09] The low self-esteem and the nervous sweat
[04:01.86] The sleeping troubles, the cancers
[04:04.56] The heart attacks, the early deaths
[04:07.34] The end of justice, the radiant fires
[04:10.01] The waste left behind in the all-cleansing flames
[04:12.87] The poisonous fumes from our own funeral pyre
[04:16.81] The pesticide that we inhale
[04:39.82] All who question their methods
[04:41.54] All who question their reasons
[04:44.24] All who question their ethics
[04:46.51] Silenced by the crack of the whip of progress
[04:49.35] The medication, the guilt
[04:51.88] The low self-esteem and the nervous sweat
[04:54.43] The sleeping troubles, the cancers
[04:57.16] The heart attacks, the early deaths
[04:59.85] The end of justice, the radiant fires
[05:02.60] The waste left behind in the all-cleansing flames
[05:05.22] The poisonous fumes from our own funeral pyre
[05:09.46] The pesticide that we inhale x5
[06:15.27] The pesticide that we inhale x5
[07:10.85]
[02:36.04] Welcome to all forms of corruption
[02:38.61] Blind to all, but power, profit and gain
[02:41.86] And all of our earthly possessions
[02:44.21] We decorate, happily our tombs to be
[02:47.17] With the brilliant art of illusion
[02:50.13] Perpetuating the cycle
[02:52.98] All surface, no depth
[02:55.71] Without destitution there would be no sickening wealth
[03:00.94] The medication, the guilt
[03:03.22] The low self-esteem and the nervous sweat
[03:06.31] The sleeping troubles, the cancers
[03:08.96] The heart attacks, the early deaths
[03:11.96] The end of justice, the radiant fires
[03:14.85] The waste left behind in the all-cleansing flames
[03:17.41] The poisonous fumes from our own funeral pyre
[03:22.87] The pesticide that we inhale
[03:29.52] We feed the machines with our blood, our sweat
[03:31.89] The phantoms are here, I can hear them
[03:34.33] Gathered in flocks they watch over our steps
[03:37.32] Our intellect, it must not be awakened
[03:40.17] With their broken promises, your broken backs
[03:42.89] By the new world order oppressed
[03:45.70] All who question their methods
[03:48.51] All who question their reasons
[03:51.42] All who question their ethics
[03:54.22] Silenced by the crack of the whip of progress
[03:56.50] The medication, the guilt
[03:59.09] The low self-esteem and the nervous sweat
[04:01.86] The sleeping troubles, the cancers
[04:04.56] The heart attacks, the early deaths
[04:07.34] The end of justice, the radiant fires
[04:10.01] The waste left behind in the all-cleansing flames
[04:12.87] The poisonous fumes from our own funeral pyre
[04:16.81] The pesticide that we inhale
[04:39.82] All who question their methods
[04:41.54] All who question their reasons
[04:44.24] All who question their ethics
[04:46.51] Silenced by the crack of the whip of progress
[04:49.35] The medication, the guilt
[04:51.88] The low self-esteem and the nervous sweat
[04:54.43] The sleeping troubles, the cancers
[04:57.16] The heart attacks, the early deaths
[04:59.85] The end of justice, the radiant fires
[05:02.60] The waste left behind in the all-cleansing flames
[05:05.22] The poisonous fumes from our own funeral pyre
[05:09.46] The pesticide that we inhale x5
[06:15.27] The pesticide that we inhale x5
[07:10.85]