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