The game of the allurement, they're echoin' now again,
flockin' to the prophets of pain, they're losing their eyes.
The frustration of the atmosphere is growin' anew.
They're going to the pyre to fan the flame - and you.
The flame and you.

Tell me how long, tell me how long.
It won't be long before they all
are sorry for the gods they called.
Tell me how long.

Animals switch on bright lights to delude you,
encouraged by the silent masses, encouraged by the dark,
dumb brains they all forget and now they're baitin' again.
Modesty was never real, was never real. Never.

Tell me how long, tell me how long.
It won't be long before they all
are sorry for the gods they called.
Tell me how long.

There's a wall of hatred, there's a wall of pain.
There's one solution, you can get out again,
there's a sea of tears and a life of sorrow.
But if we're blind today, we will get lost tomorrow.
Tomorrow we will get lost.

Tell me how long, tell me how long.
It won't be long before they all
are sorry for the gods they called.
Tell me how long.
How long.