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