Iron Maiden

Lights out - we live in a world of darkness
No doubt - everythings up for sale
We sleep - all of the world is burning
We pray - to God for a better deal
Nothing is sacred - back then or now
Everything's wasted
Is that all there is?
Can I go now?
Judas my guide
whispers in the night
Judas my guide
Fight wars - die in a blaze of glory
Come home - meat in plastic sack
Fall down - you better pray to your God for mercy
So kneel - and help the blade cut clean