Outworld - Outworld

Here's to the mindless Vacant and spineless Forever hollow, they follow and feign Cheers to our leaders Slick elevated zeros Packaged and plastic, they dance for the herd Here's to your boxes Your paradoxes Grasping at freedom, you buy a shiny cage Here's to religion A world built upon exclusion Scarred by illusion, you'll always obey And as I walk through the filthy streets Where all I loved has died I'll raise my voice here into the sky Now hear my War Cry Here's to your progress A mask on avarice Here's to you conscience, a weathered cliche And as I walk through the filthy streets Where all I loved has died I'll raise my voice here into the sky Now hear my War Cry