Pawns Of The Oracle

Tank · Other Songs - Tank

Strangled by your own filth...



Once upon a time, degenerated

Virtual has become reality

For many of those that life didn't spare

A refuge in bytes instead of arms

Don't! Stop!

Listen to you inner voice

Forgive!

Bury your bullshits six feet under



Whatever you're feeling you hold

I'm trying to figure myself that it's cold

Like the ice of waterfalls

Disdain of a porn industry

That you are using to take control

But I'm not beside you



The future that we already fear

Is now knocking to our window

Drift, straight

Forward to what revolves around us

Dreaming of

Dwelling in darkness, far from reality



No time to pretend the redeemer inside

Addicted to fake, do not cross the borderline

Soft drug damaging, locked up in a cage

Unaware of thoughts, feelings and torments

Escape from this endless maze

Drain the poison in your veins



Poisoned by a false life

Strangled by your own filth



Whatever you're feeling you hold

I'm trying to figure myself that it's cold

But I'm not beside you