Pandemia

Deceit of man, what's written A slow knife in hand and the blood's dripping I listened to what the serpent said and now I see for myself It's too late for us, we've eaten from the apple and now we're free Betrayed ourselves by what's written Made our own hells that we live in I listened to what the serpent said and now I see for myself It's too late for us, we've eaten from the apple and now we're free Don't think at all, don't question us Just trust Keep your head down, follow the crowd Just trust It's too late for us we've eaten from the apple and now we're free It's too late It's too late