Grave New World
Neaera
Hand me the mask
Make me go blind
If it all slides down the spiral
Hand out the oil
When the fire's spreading rashly
Pass us water to waste
We storm the castles of hate with rage
And burn the fortress of protection
Long live our emperor, we scream off our throats
...as we chop off his head
If the dark is getting darker
We put out the last torch
When the air is getting thinner
Let us breathe faster
When the water's getting dirtier
Let us pour out all the poison
If with a smile I could make a change
Hand me the mask
If the truth is within reach
Let us call upon the lies
If I could see the way out
Make me go blind