Housed in the setting sun 
The western world has won 
Brought through the times of change 
Voices no longer heard 
If we stand not on the shoulders of giants 
How will we ever see change? 
The faithful man has had his last confession 
We now live for the father of greed 
A creation of loathing and spite 
Mark my words 
We will see darker times 
The darkest times man has known 
We chose to ignore the signs 
Let the mad men free 
The earth must take back 
All that we have stolen 
We will live through blood 
The faithful man has had his last confession 
We now live for the father of greed 
A creation of loathing and spite 
Mark my words 
If we stand not on the shoulders of giants 
How will we ever see change? 
Let the mad men free
So that we can be 
Sent into the sea 
Let the mad men free
So that we can be 
Sent into the sea 
Let the mad men free
So that we can be 
Sent into the sea 
Let the mad men free
If we stand not on the shoulders of giants 
Then how will we ever see change? 
Let the mad men free 
Let the mad men free 
Housed in the setting sun 
The western world has won 
Brought through the times of change 
Voices no longer heard 
The faithful man has had his last confession 
We now live for the father of greed 
A creation of loathing and spite 
Mark my words