Slow Motion Machine - The High Tower

Taking care of our seeds
A virus that implants a need
Disease abounds and kills while we consume their lies
The men who bet on our lives
The game of their pawns
They want us to pay with blood
We die for their fun
I haven't drowned yet
You know I'm breathing
But not living
The Silk Road
Its swallows gold
And spits pollution
Gluttonous greed!
The poison of the damned
Heads at mercy
Of execution
Faith! in the dead man's prayer
Seducing innocent minds
They sell graves and also guns
We are nothing but a device
Every life has a price
Why wait for their mercy?
They keep us thirsty
Let's go get their wine, uh!
The Silk Road
Its swallows gold
And spits pollution
Gluttonous greed!
The poison of the damned
Heads at mercy
Of execution
Faith! in the dead man's prayer
The Silk Road
Its swallows gold
And spits pollution
Gluttonous greed!
The poison of the damned
Heads at mercy
Of execution
Faith! in the dead man's epitaph

Written by:
Luis Ramos Jimenez

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