Weavers of Woe - SikTh

The fear plants tears of misery

The profiteers, the mercenaries

Do you really know what you see, or is it all for show?

Why are we living in despair?

Knives and guns and bombs

Knives and guns and bombs

Knives and guns and bombs

It’s the same old wrong

Like a monster as big as the moon

A formula in which they all consume

I now see the twisted legions lost in greed

And I see so many twisted demons on TV

Money makes their world go round

They weave their webs without a sound

Malice makes their world go round

They weave their webs without a sound

The spiral twists into a seed

They shape the end for you and me

Paranoia some may say

But I know they are there, to my disdain

Humans of this Earth

Why focus on path?

Have we not learnt a thing?

Why let those demons win?

Like a monster as big as the moon

A formula in which they all consume

I now see the twisted legions lost in greed

And I see so many (of) the twisted legions on the street

Money makes their world go round

They weave their webs without a sound

Money makes their world go round

They weave their webs without a sound

I turned the news on, it was all bad

Always seems to be

I ended up diving into a painting of a mushroom house

With technicolor waterfalls

The flower beings then flapped their wings

The clouds would glow and rained would sing

Then I fall right back to Earth on, no!

Yea the bright is so bright now, but the dark is an end to all

You believe what you believe

And continue battling on through

(paranoid voices)

I see us falling, right now, I seen us falling, climb back now!

We need to climb now!

We need to climb back now

Like a monster as big as the moon

A formula in which they all consume

I now see the twisted legions lost in greed

And I see so many (of) the twisted legions on the street

Money makes their world go round

They weave their webs without a sound

Money makes their world go round

They weave their webs without a sound