Tabula Rasa

Don't believe your lying eyes
And not once consider what we have done
Delight in your surrender
Have all of you not heard of the greater good?

Use this yearning to breathe free
And use this time astride the grave
Believe your lying eyes
This is the truth we tell ourselves

Don't believe your lying eyes
Into thе light, we'll drag them all
Delight in your surrеnder
We will all be scourged by the greater good

Use this yearning to breathe free
And use this time astride the grave
Believe your lying eyes
As we wipe away the horizon

Tabula rasa
Nero fiddled while Rome burned (tabula rasa)
This would be his final sin (tabula rasa)
But in every face, there is Nero (tabula rasa)
When all paths lead to Rome

Tabula Rasa
All paths lead to Rome (tabula rasa)
But a masochist will learn
To never give in, never desert, never shy
From the blood, and the bullets, and the shit
In the dirt, and in the mire, this ground is holy

Drag them
Drag them
Drag them
Drag them all

We tie the rope which will hang us
In wretched self-complacency
Entombed in the cosmic quarry
In pursuit of the sun like shallow prey
For the jackals
This is the final chance to utter the final sin
In the flood or by the fire
No one will be the wiser