Cold sun rising on a world already dead

Nietzsche's last man counting crumbs in his head

Spiritual emptiness, the air tastes of lead

Great Ravine's approaching, painting everything red

Dust on the horizon, storm in the distance

Civilization's remnants in existence's resistance

States dissolve like sugar in bitter persistence

While madmen count profits in psychotic persistence

Thunder rumbling, getting louder each day

Crowds being led to the sacrifice bay

For a handful of fools, the future's a fray

Sacrificed on the altar of yesterday

Laws turn to ashes in the fevered night

Looting the future with all of their might

Babylon's shadow, no end in sight

Choking on dogma, no truth, no light

Intellect's withered, compassion's a crime

Falling like dominoes through space and time

While the privileged few sip their poisoned wine

Watching the world disintegrate, their wealth is their shrine

Thunder rumbling, getting louder each day

Crowds being led to the sacrifice bay

For a handful of fools, the future's a fray

Sacrificed on the altar of yesterday

No exit sign glowing in this existential maze

Trapped in the theater of our dying days

Every choice made leads through these bloody ways

To the edge of the cliff where nobody prays

The void opens wider, a cosmic disgrace

Sucking us all into its dark embrace

While the architects build a faster pace

To their own destruction in this twisted race

Thunder rumbling, getting louder each day

Crowds being led to the sacrifice bay

For a handful of fools, the future's a fray

Sacrificed on the altar of yesterday

I've seen the last glimmer fade in your eyes

The wisdom of ages wearing thin disguises

We're all just ghosts in these industrial crises

Praying to gods we emptied of all their graces

Thunder rumbling, getting louder each day

Crowds being led to the sacrifice bay

For a handful of fools, the future's a fray

Sacrificed on the altar of yesterday

Fools... sacrifice bay...

Thunder... yesterday...

Déclin... toujours ce déclin...

Grands ravins... ces grands ravins...

Grunge... c'est du grunge, mec... c'est du grunge...