Tabula Rasa

Don't believe your lying eyes
 And not once consider what we have done
 Delight in your surrender
 Have all of you not heard of the greater good?
 Use this yearning to breathe free
 And use this time astride the grave
 Believe your lying eyes
 This is the truth we tell ourselves
 Don't believe your lying eyes
 Into thе light, we'll drag them all
 Delight in your surrеnder
 We will all be scourged by the greater good
 Use this yearning to breathe free
 And use this time astride the grave
 Believe your lying eyes
 As we wipe away the horizon
 Tabula rasa
 Nero fiddled while Rome burned (tabula rasa)
 This would be his final sin (tabula rasa)
 But in every face, there is Nero (tabula rasa)
 When all paths lead to Rome
 Tabula Rasa
 All paths lead to Rome (tabula rasa)
 But a masochist will learn
 To never give in, never desert, never shy
 From the blood, and the bullets, and the shit
 In the dirt, and in the mire, this ground is holy
 Drag them
 Drag them
 Drag them
 Drag them all
 We tie the rope which will hang us
 In wretched self-complacency
 Entombed in the cosmic quarry
 In pursuit of the sun like shallow prey
 For the jackals
 This is the final chance to utter the final sin
 In the flood or by the fire
 No one will be the wiser