Spirit Of The Age
(Music: Lloyd, Gold, Echolette / Lyrics: Gold)

Hate, lust, soul, rage
You're so full of hate, You're so full of lust
You're so full of soul, You're so full of rage
Spirit of the age

Here comes the voodoo king, here comes a powerful man
My face on every frontpage, my plans for everyone
I reason your existence, that is what I want to be
Your whore and your messiah if you believe in me

I'm not a true creator, I'm just a cheap reflection
I'm the impersonator of anyone's conception
But if you read my lips just on your own behalf
I'll be a remedy not just an epitaph

You're so full of hate, you need a vacation
So full of lust, you need liberation
You need damnation, you need salvation
You're so full of hate
Spirit of the age

Here comes the new religion of everything you are
My sword is your conviction, my voice your media
I'm here to justify you, that's what I want to do
I don't believe in visions but I believe in you

Here comes the voodoo king, here comes a powerful man
My face on every frontpage, my plans for everyone
I'm here to satisfy you, that's what I want to be
Your whore and your messiah if you believe in me

You're so full of crime, you wipe out a nation
So full of sex, you're a sensation
You need damnation, you need salvation
You're so full of fear

You're so full of hate, you need a vacation
So full of lust, you need liberation
You need damnation, you need salvation
You're so full of hate
Spirit of the age...