Rapture For Sale

You cry... cry for revolution
But you don't know how much it takes
Oh, it's tight-rope walking the fine line
No safety-nets in place
There are no mistakes to make

Returning favors, hammer driving nail
So save your savior, rapture's not for sale
You're slaves for labor, serving our betrayal
Betrayal...

Your ideals are candidates
Dressed in wolves-clothing they operate
Oh it's murder, mayhem, and extremes
For the benefit of regimes
It is not quite what it seems