Embrace my corroded mind

Tell me something about a way to find

My mental crime

Hidden on track nine

Forgotten and left behind

Lonely on track nine

I'm riding down the road

Expecting to find hope

On track nine

When the sun burns my skin

I'll give up all I believed in

It's an industrial sin

Or am I deceiving?

It's an industrial sin

When the sun burns my skin

When the sun burns my skin

While I'm driving on track

Now I'm driving through a desert of waste

I can't grip the eyes of the dead

And confusion starts in my head

I burn out their souls

I tear out their ears

I take out their hearts

I try to live alone in a new age of stone