Now that the people are fed, and all the dogs are counted for I can feel the closing dusk, sundown is here I'm in the height of my strength, I can control it all Once again back on my feet, and the vision is clear Drug-fed humanimals Are now to be damned They need to be conformed Blunt their will to resist Looking down on my empire, all is silent and under control This is to show who's their master, their king... their god
"Thee shall be damned, curse on ye disobedient ones!" Drug-fed humanimals Are now to be damned They need to conformed Blunt their will to resist The harvester of souls You shouldn't have risen against me Refused the addiction, medicate What are these, dreams of grandeur? Why I keep seeing myself falling from grace?