Patchworks
Dan Swanö
4:59Bane You create your hell For the ones who buy your illusion Due to the shining spell That you cast upon the forsaken Hold them down to a guided temptation Recreate, invent the latest sensation Procreate, reduce to perfect delusion Your god is the editor You erase the deviation Adding beauty to the frail Greed is common pride upon your table Self-doubt is based on the veil Trust the meager is the fashion Do what all the others do Chose the loss of independence You're always wishing you were someone else You create your hell For the ones who buy your illusion Due to the shining spell That you cast upon the forsaken Hold them down to a guided temptation Recreate, invent the latest sensation Procreate, reduce to perfect delusion Your god is the editor You behold your victims in need Opinions cast aside When they try to change And try to fight the native demeanor They are frozen out Precluded from the cather From the mass of fools There's a mess of receivers Who will see it as a rule There's an image made of colors Global mass manipulation concrete I take all that you uncover All the errors in the way Can't you see that you devour And inform the generations to come You behold your victims in need Opinions cast aside I will have to confess The music you listen to now Is pretty damn far from the truth When linked with machines that help me to play All of the harmonies born in my head You create your hell For the ones who buy your illusion Due to the shining spell That you cast upon the forsaken Hold them down to a guided temptation Recreate, invent the latest sensation Procreate, reduce to perfect delusion Your god is the editor You behold your victims in need Opinions cast aside