Time Machine - Army Of The Dead lyrics

warm and safe at home, staring at the telly their eyes are open wide and still they're blind puppets of a show a life they take for granted they live a life that someone else controls why do they never wonder who's above and pulling strings addicted to the thrill of cyber-s**ual dreaming slaves to the harlots they will never have prostitutes at work all for their career ready to be betray for a little more victims of the wheel children of the evil standing proud of being nil hanging on the wheel creatures of the evil time will lead 'em back to Hell they're going round and around and spending their life in the Army of the Dead they keep spinning around and around and die day by day for the Master of d**h Sundays at the church repenting for their sinning speaking words of faith to pagan lords profession of belief in African starvation banking fees are k**ing more than deeds victims of the wheel children of the evil standing proud of being nil hanging on the wheel creatures of the evil time will lead 'em back to Hell they're going round and around and spending their life in the Army of the Dead they keep spinning around and around and die day by day for the Master of d**h they're going round and around and spending their life in the Army of the Dead they keep spinning around and around and die day by day for the Master of d**h aliger daemon fulgores humanae gloriae et ardentium cupiditatum largitur