Time machine army of the dead lyrics

warm and safe at home, staring at the telly



their eyes are open wide and still they're blind



puppets of a show



a life they take for granted



they live a life that someone else controls







why do they never wonder



who's above and pulling strings







addicted to the thrill 



of cyber-sexual dreaming



slaves to the harlots they will never have



prostitutes at work



all for their career



ready to be betray for a little more







victims of the wheel



children of the evil



standing proud of being nil



hanging on the wheel



creatures of the evil



time will lead 'em back to Hell







they're going round and around



and spending their life in the Army of the Dead



they keep spinning around and around



and die day by day



for the Master of Death







Sundays at the church



repenting for their sinning



speaking words of faith to pagan lords



profession of belief 



in African starvation



banking fees are killing more than deeds







victims of the wheel



children of the evil



standing proud of being nil



hanging on the wheel



creatures of the evil



time will lead 'em back to Hell







they're going round and around



and spending their life in the Army of the Dead



they keep spinning around and around



and die day by day



for the Master of Death







they're going round and around



and spending their life in the Army of the Dead



they keep spinning around and around



and die day by day



for the Master of Death







aliger daemon 



fulgores humanae gloriae 



et ardentium



cupiditatum largitur