Army Of The Dead Lyrics - Singles - Time Machine

warm and safe at home, staring at the telly 

their eyes are open wide and still they're blind 

puppets of a show 

a life they take for granted 

they live a life that someone else controls 

why do they never wonder 

who's above and pulling strings 

addicted to the thrill 

of cyber-sexual dreaming 

slaves to the harlots they will never have 

prostitutes at work 

all for their career 

ready to be betray for a little more 

victims of the wheel 

children of the evil 

standing proud of being nil 

hanging on the wheel 

creatures of the evil 

time will lead 'em back to Hell 

they're going round and around 

and spending their life in the Army of the Dead 

they keep spinning around and around 

and die day by day 

for the Master of Death 

Sundays at the church 

repenting for their sinning 

speaking words of faith to pagan lords 

profession of belief 

in African starvation 

banking fees are killing more than deeds 

victims of the wheel 

children of the evil 

standing proud of being nil 

hanging on the wheel 

creatures of the evil 

time will lead 'em back to Hell 

they're going round and around 

and spending their life in the Army of the Dead 

they keep spinning around and around 

and die day by day 

for the Master of Death 

they're going round and around 

and spending their life in the Army of the Dead 

they keep spinning around and around 

and die day by day 

for the Master of Death 

aliger daemon 

fulgores humanae gloriae 

et ardentium 

cupiditatum largitur