Bear McCreary, Jens Kidman - Roko's Basilisk lyrics
[Bear McCreary, Jens Kidman - Roko's Basilisk lyrics]
Shattered to the bone, burnt like the witch
One can't be destroyed if the other can't exist
Picked like the scab, scratched from the itch
Grinning ear to ear, sing a song, dig a ditch
We knew this day would come, prayed it'd go away
All the empty promises are all about to break
Inherited the stain, generations plagued
Leave it to the children, we turn old to grey
You, yes you
Pick and choose what you believe
You, yes you
Aren't the cure, you're the disease
Dashed, dashed upon the rocks
Bleeding on the edge
Every hope, every dream, withered from neglect
Remains of our souls, illusions of control
Only lies, only lies, ever told
A pox upon the world, but this time it's not rats
It's the greedy corporate pigs taking ninety-nine percent
Rise against our interests, cancel all the facts
Leave it to the children
Leave it to the children
Leave it to the children
You, yes you
Pick and choose what you believe
You, yes you
Aren't the cure, you're the disease
Too late to change our minds
Too late to stay the tide
Too late, all prayers unheard
Too late, to dust return
Too late, can't be undone
Too late, our kingdom's come
You, yes you
Pick and choose what you believe
You, yes you
Aren't the cure, you're the disease
You, yes you
Pick and choose what you believe
You, yes you
Aren't the cure, you're the disease
One can't be destroyed if the other can't exist
Picked like the scab, scratched from the itch
Grinning ear to ear, sing a song, dig a ditch
We knew this day would come, prayed it'd go away
All the empty promises are all about to break
Inherited the stain, generations plagued
Leave it to the children, we turn old to grey
You, yes you
Pick and choose what you believe
You, yes you
Aren't the cure, you're the disease
Dashed, dashed upon the rocks
Bleeding on the edge
Every hope, every dream, withered from neglect
Remains of our souls, illusions of control
Only lies, only lies, ever told
A pox upon the world, but this time it's not rats
It's the greedy corporate pigs taking ninety-nine percent
Rise against our interests, cancel all the facts
Leave it to the children
Leave it to the children
Leave it to the children
You, yes you
Pick and choose what you believe
You, yes you
Aren't the cure, you're the disease
Too late to change our minds
Too late to stay the tide
Too late, all prayers unheard
Too late, to dust return
Too late, can't be undone
Too late, our kingdom's come
You, yes you
Pick and choose what you believe
You, yes you
Aren't the cure, you're the disease
You, yes you
Pick and choose what you believe
You, yes you
Aren't the cure, you're the disease