There was an old and high grown tree
Hung with fruits of glas and metal
And around it waiting for a piece
A crowd of mindless cattle
Thousand miles and more they've wandered
To fetch one of those shiny fruits
Forgot to eat! Forgot to drink!
Only thinking of their loot.
Walking on a path of ignorance
Shattered hopes beneath their feet
Following this hollow trail
Chasing their desire for those rotten seeds.
Keep on selling him your mind
Keep on kneeling to his rules.
Stunned by the sparkling surface
They've forgotten who they are
The spell of their precious treasure
Fills the dark void in their hearts.
Keep on selling him your mind
Keep on kneeling to his rules
Yet their master is already dead
They still sacrifice unto his head
The trade facts for the bliss of faith
And reason for his mind control
Drenched in euphoria they ignore
That those fruits were made of blood
Were made of crushed dreams and of tears
They keep worshippin' their god.
They are happy to be blind
They are happy to be tools
They are happy to be blind
Even happy to be tools!
Suffocate!
Still the tree keeps on growing
Leading its rotten fellowship
Straight at the edge of the abyss
On this psychopathic trip.
Keep on selling him your mind
Keep on selling him your soul
Suffocate on rotten seeds.
