One time, the last rendition, too long I've sacrificed 
 Dead stones in walls of freedom, built high with filth and vice 
    So blind you walk into their chapels, morality enthroned 
 What price this God of mass invention extracts to make you whole?   
 Your crimes defy your wisdom, no faith can set you free 
 Unleashed through vile maxims, your doctrines bleed deceit   
 Mental crucifixion, what flesh can serve your needs? 
 Unchained, I crawl to exit your shrine of rotting dreams