We started the feast as we waited for payday to come
And we fed upon garbage and waste while we were still young
Nameless and faceless, mindless and graceless
The feast of the Beast had begun
Consumed by consumption so we become what we buy
We abused our assumptions yet still we look to the sky
Looking for miracles and demons empirical
At the feast of the Beast in disguise.
And everyone's dancing amid all the gloom
But who plays the music and who calls the tune
Who questions the answers of the ritual dancers
As the feast of the beast is renewed
So we wait for the guest who will never arrive at the ball
And we wait for the Host to come down to the throne from our halls
Counting on curses while rehearsing our verses
The feast of the beast is in us all