[Verse 1: Δogmatikos]

I Just Heard..

You Think It's Weird..

What, I Can Achieve..

I Am Not American..

But I Am Greek..

But It Doesn't Seem..

A Little Bit, Strange..

To Have The Rage And The Range Of The Words...

19 Years Old.. To Overcome, The 7 Sons.. ?

I Shook You And Leave You, In The Previous Page To Unlock..

The Unread, Book Of The Gods..

Unsolved Mystery Man, That Can't Be Solved.. Can't Be Solved..

You're Controled, Man..

With A Pot Of Gold.. Behold, Me..

I Am The God, Cause My Spirit Is So Fucking Free..

The Firing Squad, In A Fucking Killing Spree..

Fucking Up, The Untruth.. Shout, To Get Saved..

It's Your Responsibility..

You Are The Legal Fraud, With The Ability..

Passing To Youth, That Knowledge Is Based On A Degree..

Have Faith, But Don't Be.. Realistic...

And Understand, That Everything Is Backwards..

Made In Lucyfer's Artistic Factors..

Music Artists And Actors..

Church Is Satanism.. Readen By Pastors..

Astrological Structures..

Built Into Space, By The Puppet Masters..

Erased Memory, With No Time To Trace The Truth...

Within Earth's Last Century

We Are Prisoned, In A Fucking Voting Booth...