Roko's Basilisk

Lyrics for Roko's Basilisk

Shattered to the bone Burnt like the witch One can't be destroyed If the other can't exist Picked like the scab Scratched from the itch Grinning ear to ear Sing a song, dig the ditch We knew this day would come Prayed it'd go away All the empty promises Are all about to break Inherited the stain Generations plagued Leave it to the children We turn old and grey You, yes you Pick and choose what you believe You, yes you Aren't the cure, you're the disease Dashed, dashed upon the rocks Bleeding on the edge Every hope, every dream Withered from neglect Remains of our souls Illusions of control Only lies, only lies, ever told A pox upon world But this time it's not rats It's the greedy corporate pigs Taking ninety-nine percent Rise against our interests Cancel all the facts Leave it to the children Leave it to the children Leave it to the children You, yes you Pick and choose what you believe You, yes you Aren't the cure, you're the disease Too late to change our minds Too late to stay the tide Too late, all prayers unheard Too late, to dust return Too late, can't be undone Too late, our kingdom's come You, yes you Pick and choose what you believe You, yes you Aren't the cure, you're the disease You, yes you Pick and choose what you believe You, yes you Aren't the cure, you're the disease