Lyrics:
'Eurycles, I am broken'The disciple smiles in disgustThe Satyrs have awokenAnd things aren't here to be discussedWe traded the privilege for scrapsExchanged for the clothes on our backsLived life like there was no other wayWhat was sacrosanctNow the sacred is profaneWe yearn for the thanksBut deserve all the blameA simple piece of stagecraftA tawdry parlour trickWe traded our moral ground so they could sing alongBut is it so bad?Is it as dark as it seems?To trade a little purity to prolong the dream?One by one we will find a way to let each and every one downIt's the privilege of mass delusionSit back and have a seatDazzled by the greedIt's his voice between my lipsIt's the miracle of gastromancyThey are spinning in their gravesAt the choices we have madeBut in our shoes would they all have been so chaste?