This is the age of the dead
The generation of pagan and self-led
You can feel the bones shatter beneath our feet
The blood of lust staining our teethWe feed on pain
(Pain)
Disorder
(Disorder)
Delusion
(Delusion)
The filth of the modern plague
And in this reign of godlessness
The heathens will sayTie this around your neck
Tie this around your neck
Tie this around your neck
Tie this around your neck, foolSave your breath, my son
Just carry on home
Time will prey on you
And take you through hellI've heard every empty line
Every curse, every word that you redefine
I will turn my back on the coming storm
Won't lie in the grave, I will be reborn, they sayTie this around your neck
Tie this around your neck
Tie this around your neck
Tie this around your neck, foolSave your breath, my son
Just carry on home
Time will prey on you
And take you through hellConfusion reigns, pride of the hopeless herd
Blind to the will, blind to the word
They will drown in the rule of man
Helpless and aloneSave your breath, my son
Just carry on home
Time will prey on you
And take you through hellThey say
Tie this around your neck
Tie this around your neck, fool
Tie this around your neck
Tie this around your neck, fool, fool, fool
Songwriters
RYAN CLARKPublished by
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing