Running With Scissors Songtext
von The Great Deceiver

Oh, Sweet drug of materialism
Without you we would be lost
Please simulate
Our created needs
Your opiate is a must

Demand nothing
Ordain nothing
Regret nothing

Into the caverns of envy
The loss of the last sympathy
Now give us the tools
To destroy
To ravage all personality

Demand nothing
Ordain nothing
Regret nothing


Not a word, not a deed
Not a thought, not a need
Not a doubt, not a trust
Not a hope, not a fear
Not a smile, not a tear
Not a name, not a face
No time, no place

We throw away our wealth
Our blindfold
And break this state of siege
The weakness
When it gets too real
It frightens me
When it gets too real
It frightens me

Determinated to destroy
All of our illusions
Determinated to destroy
Determinated

We relapse into the darkness
We relapse into the void
We relapse in to the darkness
We relapse


The Cancerous growth
That is mankind
Trapped within marble halls as the present
Is our everything and all