Hold the glass to your face, yeah it's long overdue

You think you're better than me, because I'm different from you

You are the patron saint of all victimhood

Curse the earth because you can't face the truth

Sharpen the guillotine

Polish your rousing speech

Prey on the lost sheep

Indulge sadistic reveries

Plagues

External agents of chaos can never break

The heart that knows peace

We split thе atom, count the stars and multiply our cells

Bettеr to know yourself

Better to face what lies within

We seek a savior, someone stronger so we cry for help

Better to know yourself

We'll crawl our way out of this hell

Face the fear that keeps us here

Slow to speak, we learn to hear

Hang from the tree how heavy the fruit

Are you a son of the blade, or are you born into truth?

God in the air where death is soon

God is the water reflecting you

We'll crawl our way out of this hell