| Song | Opiate Of The Masses |
| Artist | Heathen |
| Album | Victims Of Deception |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Altus, White | |
| The future is scarred by the bloodstained past | |
| Haunted by disgrace | |
| Holy wars that are never ending | |
| Forever fight of faith | |
| Don't accuse these meaningless symbols | |
| Created by mankind | |
| Will they recognize their own creation? | |
| Can they be so blind? | |
| Fools manipulating all they see | |
| Cruel as the world can be | |
| Cries of pain as the tortured souls whither away into the dust | |
| Power is the fix | |
| And man is drawn to it | |
| The illness and the lies | |
| The virus never dies | |
| To captivate the minds of the masses | |
| Tell them what they want to hear | |
| And for those who will oppose you | |
| They will live in fear | |
| Domination your favorite sensation | |
| Operated by remote control | |
| In your hands are the lives of the helpless | |
| Their fate they'll never know | |
| Fools manipulating all they see | |
| Cruel as the world can be | |
| Cries of pain as the tortured souls | |
| Whither away into the dust | |
| Power is the fix | |
| And man is drawn to it | |
| No matter the cost of what's won or lost | |
| Addiction planted the seed | |
| That sprouted the tree of greed | |
| The illness and the lies | |
| The virus never dies | |
| Control your own destiny | |
| Get rid of insecurity | |
| There's little truth in what they say | |
| Don't let 'em steal your life away | |
| Power To this world brings death and destruction | |
| Leaving the earth in decay | |
| Money Breeds organized crime and corruption | |
| Who says that crime doesn't pay? | |
| Greed The green-seeking virus that spreads | |
| And manifests your selfish needs | |
| Spreading the addiction | |
| Man's own contradiction | |
| When it's themselves that they deceive |
| zuo qu : Altus, White | |
| The future is scarred by the bloodstained past | |
| Haunted by disgrace | |
| Holy wars that are never ending | |
| Forever fight of faith | |
| Don' t accuse these meaningless symbols | |
| Created by mankind | |
| Will they recognize their own creation? | |
| Can they be so blind? | |
| Fools manipulating all they see | |
| Cruel as the world can be | |
| Cries of pain as the tortured souls whither away into the dust | |
| Power is the fix | |
| And man is drawn to it | |
| The illness and the lies | |
| The virus never dies | |
| To captivate the minds of the masses | |
| Tell them what they want to hear | |
| And for those who will oppose you | |
| They will live in fear | |
| Domination your favorite sensation | |
| Operated by remote control | |
| In your hands are the lives of the helpless | |
| Their fate they' ll never know | |
| Fools manipulating all they see | |
| Cruel as the world can be | |
| Cries of pain as the tortured souls | |
| Whither away into the dust | |
| Power is the fix | |
| And man is drawn to it | |
| No matter the cost of what' s won or lost | |
| Addiction planted the seed | |
| That sprouted the tree of greed | |
| The illness and the lies | |
| The virus never dies | |
| Control your own destiny | |
| Get rid of insecurity | |
| There' s little truth in what they say | |
| Don' t let ' em steal your life away | |
| Power To this world brings death and destruction | |
| Leaving the earth in decay | |
| Money Breeds organized crime and corruption | |
| Who says that crime doesn' t pay? | |
| Greed The greenseeking virus that spreads | |
| And manifests your selfish needs | |
| Spreading the addiction | |
| Man' s own contradiction | |
| When it' s themselves that they deceive |
| zuò qǔ : Altus, White | |
| The future is scarred by the bloodstained past | |
| Haunted by disgrace | |
| Holy wars that are never ending | |
| Forever fight of faith | |
| Don' t accuse these meaningless symbols | |
| Created by mankind | |
| Will they recognize their own creation? | |
| Can they be so blind? | |
| Fools manipulating all they see | |
| Cruel as the world can be | |
| Cries of pain as the tortured souls whither away into the dust | |
| Power is the fix | |
| And man is drawn to it | |
| The illness and the lies | |
| The virus never dies | |
| To captivate the minds of the masses | |
| Tell them what they want to hear | |
| And for those who will oppose you | |
| They will live in fear | |
| Domination your favorite sensation | |
| Operated by remote control | |
| In your hands are the lives of the helpless | |
| Their fate they' ll never know | |
| Fools manipulating all they see | |
| Cruel as the world can be | |
| Cries of pain as the tortured souls | |
| Whither away into the dust | |
| Power is the fix | |
| And man is drawn to it | |
| No matter the cost of what' s won or lost | |
| Addiction planted the seed | |
| That sprouted the tree of greed | |
| The illness and the lies | |
| The virus never dies | |
| Control your own destiny | |
| Get rid of insecurity | |
| There' s little truth in what they say | |
| Don' t let ' em steal your life away | |
| Power To this world brings death and destruction | |
| Leaving the earth in decay | |
| Money Breeds organized crime and corruption | |
| Who says that crime doesn' t pay? | |
| Greed The greenseeking virus that spreads | |
| And manifests your selfish needs | |
| Spreading the addiction | |
| Man' s own contradiction | |
| When it' s themselves that they deceive |