Wine Will Turn To Blood Again

What really drives us is not in the sky -
It slithers through the waters of our mind!
At any time mankind ceases to be
The earth will sigh on this fair day for being free
A chaos rule!
A ruling tool!
We will be next
Long live the cruel!
Mankind's crippled with broken legs
We will all fall we will be next!
On golden spoons we're serving chaos to the fools
Sweet of taste but it predicts failures.

The value of humanity has drowned in seas of selfishness
Everyone's a rebel against everyone and nothing.

We are herds of brainwashed nerds
A violent breed while mankind dies.

2000 years of violence and depression
justified by the crucified!
Breeding and feeding a new kind of fear
To rule the hearts of all alive
A chaos rule!
A ruling tool!
We will be next
Long live the cruel!
Wine will turn to blood again!
Who will burn in the end?
On golden spoons we're serving chaos
Sweet of taste but it predicts failures.