Lead me deeper into temptation I've turned into an abomination Riding with an angel on dead wild horses The blind lead the blind into burning forests Your dream My nightmare The moment that you stop and think You can see that we are on the brink From progression to oppression Hard to question the aggression Once your eyes are open Is it a futile waste of time We build and build and then call it a crime Just to live in simple misery Without every broken liberty Your dream My nightmare The moment that you stop and think You can see that we are on the brink From progression to oppression Hard to question the aggression Once your eyes are open Too many people to accommodate I guess it's best for them all to suffocate Too many people to accommodate I guess it's best for them all to suffocate The moment that you stop and think You can see that we are on the brink From progression to oppression Hard to question the aggression Once your eyes are open