See the sleeping figures holding up the clock in Prague's old town square,
Blank faces of rock the wander and they follow guides - as they call then the clock starts chiming it is my wake up call

A rich man's war in poor man's blood
Silent their cries, the lost and loved
Led to the slaughter, led by false hope
Follow behind the judas goat

Parasitic humans losing all (i feel)
All that we believed was true
All i thought was real cheated then set up by those we trusted most
Bitter were the drinks of party on the host

A rich man's war in poor man's blood
Silent their cries, the lost and loved
Led to the slaughter, led by false hope
Follow behind the judas goat
Follow behind the judas goat