Из альбома: Satisfaction Is the Death of Desire
Bastard cries, feed the fire
The burning desire to rob human life
In this world full of fear of the unknown
Twisting the perception of the weak
Lying to progress
Only achieving greed
Seated behind the sun
Myths bleed into one
Searching for a saviour to lead us through this life
Where our sanity is undone
Killing against our will
Killing for the bastard maker
The fairy tale
The non existent creator
Salvation so bittersweet the taste brought fear to our tongues
Preying on the weak
Fatherless creation encased in the depths of humanity
They continue to rape and call it purity
I will not bow down because of out past
I see now mankind was not meant to last