Shelter me I beg of you, O gracious muse of mine/
For I’d rather die than live without your words divine/
But a hero will die tonight, alone and stranded/
On a battlefield all of us had long left abandoned/
With blistering bullets bruising him with scars/
And with hopes stretched thinly like strings on a guitar/
With the devil laughing like a tickled child/
While twisting screws of God’s machine, untamed and wild/
With the joy of another angel shedding wings/
To become a servant of much more wicked things/
So are we corrupted by the corporate machine/
The tainted poisons dilute the mixtures of our dreams/
But we drink the misery despite the despised flavor/
And let the venom spread in our veins, so all in favor/
Of toasting to the dreams that never saw the light of day/
Raise the glass filled with poison and kindly throw it all away/
For I’d rather die than live without your words divine/
But a hero will die tonight, alone and stranded/
On a battlefield all of us had long left abandoned/
With blistering bullets bruising him with scars/
And with hopes stretched thinly like strings on a guitar/
With the devil laughing like a tickled child/
While twisting screws of God’s machine, untamed and wild/
With the joy of another angel shedding wings/
To become a servant of much more wicked things/
So are we corrupted by the corporate machine/
The tainted poisons dilute the mixtures of our dreams/
But we drink the misery despite the despised flavor/
And let the venom spread in our veins, so all in favor/
Of toasting to the dreams that never saw the light of day/
Raise the glass filled with poison and kindly throw it all away/