See the sleeping figures holding up the clock In Prague's old town square, blank faces of rock, they wander and they follow; guides, they call Then the clock starts chiming: it's my wake up call A rich man's war in poor man's blood Silent their cries, the lost and loved Led to the slaughter, led by false hope Follow behind the Judas goat Parasitic humans losing all, I feel All that we believed was true, all I thought was real Cheated, then set up by those we trusted most Bitter were the drinks of party on the host A rich man's war in poor man's blood Silent their cries, the lost and loved Led to the slaughter, led by false hope Follow behind the judas goat Follow behind the judas goat