Another episode of violence
Conducts of inner war
Foreseeing death for us to callBut god won't sit and wait for us,
Won't wait for you to come
God ain't knowing that you were bornTossed in the tale of conformity
We are monsters feeding insanity
Awaiting death to set us free
I'm your dirt and I'm your pain
A circumstanding lack
Trying to quest what is realDo you really have a conscience?
Do you have a soul inside?
Can you really dig the power
To be living dead inside?
Dead insideCan you really scratch the surface
Without knowing what we truly hide?
Do you really have the tolerance
To be living dead inside?Dead insideAnother epilogue of providence
Trust? Nevermore.
Awaiting death to shut the doorNo god will come to care for you
And won't reach out his hand
'Cause God is deadI fuel the day we are withering away
And our newborn souls grow into decay
Crying out what we couldn't say
I'm your dirt and I'm your pain
A circumstanding lack
Learned to hide what should be said
Do we really have a conscience?
Do we have a soul inside?
Can you really dig the power
To be living dead inside?Dead insideCan you really scratch the surface
Without knowing what is deep inside?
Do you really see the purpose
That we're living in a dead lost time?
Can you really dig the power
Without knowing what we truly hide?
Do you really doubt the evidence
That we are dead inside?Dead inside
We are dead inside.
