Now, cleanse your mind

Enter  the womb of chaos

Distorted  by design

Numbers begin to speak

As the branded fall in line

"commence  the sequence"

Prisoner  of madness

Dreamer of liberation

Tuning  the instrument of death

Notes sing through their bodies

A blank stare, in her eyes

"I will not become...

Their  faceless expression, while bound to this sentence

A permanent veil, this shell of a man

Inject and replace

Those afraid to search for the unknown

Yet we welcomed this new world with open arms

Praise him, kneel to us

Makeshift woven god

When the planet speaks

Delusions of hope

Entice us with immortality

Only to, leave us wandering

Through the ocean of sand

Never finding our way

Delirium

The power hungry

Feast upon the flesh

I will not stay in this

World of death, rot, and regret

Failure to connect

The signs shown to us

And what we choose to forget

This world of death, rot, and regret

Praise him, kneel to us

Makeshift woven god

When the masked one speaks

Prayers of fear

Show us our own mortality

Only to, keep us where we stand

With open lifeless eyes

Encoded with the brand

Never to be free

One step, out of mind

An error within the system

Constructing a new timeline

Broken reality, I've shut my eyes

And learned to die

Dreamer of madness

Prisoner of liberation

Tuning the instrument of death

Notes sing throughout the hillside

That blank stare, in her eyes

"I will not become...