A Million Judas Iscariotes Lyrics

Brutal truth, the final move
There's no room, love is doomed
March within' pain and fear
What do you need? look what's near

Overweight, overpaid, overload, overdose.

The air is ill, turn off all lights
You have no skills, to prove you're right
The fate is sealed, for he who flies
The tale is done, for he who lies

Open your eyes and mind
Open you eyes now!

Constitution, violation, revolution, obligation.