Roko's Basilisk Songtext
von Bear McCreary

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 the 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 and 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 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