Judas Goat

See the sleeping figures
Holding up the clock
In pragne's old town square
Blank faces of rock
They wander and they follow
Guides as they call
Then the clock starts chiming
It is my wake up call

A rich man's war
In poor man's blood
Silent their crises
The lost and loved
Led to the slaughter
led by false hope
Follow behind the Judas Goat

Parasitic humans
Losing all (I feel)
All that we believed was true
All I thought was real
Cheated then set up
By those we trusted
Most bitter were the drinks
Of party on the host

A rich man's war
In poor man's blood
Silent their cries
The lost and loved
Led to the slaughter
Led by false hope
Follow behind the Judas Goat