See the sleeping figures holding up the clock in Prague's
old town square, blank faces of rock the wander and they
follow guides - as they call then the clock starts
chiming it is 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(x2)