the conquistadors, they all vomit lies
and the raped people are left with empty eyes
and in their reflections, you are hypnotized
another destroyed culture
you have left traumatized

you hypnotize
god-damn your eyes [x2]
your fucking lies

and their maps of conquest
they chart the unknown seas
and they're malicious gift
is in a new disease
they pray to broken crosses
then they pontificate
they leave a trail of bloodshed
that paves the police-state

you hypnotize
god-damn your eyes [x2]
your fucking lies

and now they are the legends
the kings of industry
the genocide of millions
clear cut the forest trees
they meet at giant tables
to divide the spoils
they play their games of leisure
upon the bloodied soils

you hypnotize
god-damn your eyes [x2]
your fucking lies

the more the path is paved
the more we give away
and moss blocks out the day
and stone turns into clay
you've worn out every mask
the first one leaves at last
you've mastered every task
but you'll die with the past