My eyes are now opened

Blinded by tranquillity

My heart's torn apart

Silence around is choked

This creature yells

Bent over the body

Intoxicated actuality

Dancing madly in the air

Words are now nothing

Acts are makers of this wrong

Insanity's in the fields

Reaping the heavy crop

It mows by scythe of death

It's the usual process

Soil's turned up and fertilized

With pieces of steel and limbs

Hospitals of those who get

Through procedure of hardening

They writhe and explode

With pain and suffering

[Solo: Alex]

Black scorched hands

Grasping again and again

Till they end up moving

And die away forever

No time for senses

This is time to act

A simple plan of situation

Tumbling down like kicked ball

Fruits of lunacy

Excel their creator

It's grown into their minds

Endowing it with fervent zeal