The Whole World -

The curse of freedom bears the plague of splintered truth

One God becomes a million and then they all become fraud

Kneel down to be righteous, kneel down for the Lord

Kneel down for the Hero, kneel down for the sword

Masses turn marches, youth-clashes crusades

The rabble’s left for the soldiers and the sluts for the

Maids

A whole world

A whole world

If a cause is false, it is at least a cause

The faith in a Lord is its reward

In whole world

And in the corner of my eye I see the plains waco

I can see Jones in the jungle and the youth marching in berlin

I can see truth resurrected by lies and by force

I see a thousand new heroes raging athousand new wars

I see belief in conspiracies some of old and some are new

Making order out of chaos but then blood is coming through

And the vision is blurred and the world is consumed

By roaring skies and the world is entombed

A whole world…

A whole world

A whole world

It’s the blood of our youth that must be sacrificed

So the evil of freedom can be exorcised