A Million Judas Iscariotes Lyrics

Brutal truth, the final move
There is no room, love is doomed
March within pain and fear
What do you need look what is near
Overweight, overpaid, overload, overdose.

The air is ill, turn off all lights
You have no skills, to prove you are right
The fate is sealed, for he who flies
The tale is done, for he who lies
Open your eyes and mind open your eyes now
Constitution, violation, revolution, obligation.