Torture of his instinct
While his killer meets your eye
Twists the form of truth
As his ego turns to lies
Soft-eyed solution
To his heavy-minded vision
Chrome soul illusion
Incarnate your last freedom
Gain the filth
Lost down in your head
Cold thoughts freezing
His vision turns red
The dance of your body
At the blackening of life
Thrown back to nothingness
Where the dead lies
Disrupted by the power
Of his carmatic state of mind
Head down turning lower
Of the wicked kind
Gain the filth
Lost down in your head
Cold thoughts freezing
His vision turns red
Closely dying
Feeding the ground
Your soul getting warmed up
Leaving the mind
Stand again, rise and hate
