Raised in the fairytale Of evil waiting for a chance to strike Without our loyalty We cease to hold a form of reality All of our heroes will fall The hopes of our lives will be forfeit to dust The thought of this madness Just fuels the devotion to my home No evil to infest our lands Never knowing their work Has already began We cannot support the sword That is wielded to suppress our evolution This program is failing The structures collapsing The source must be shown If you dig for this truth Know there is no return This counterfeit Prison of civilized madness Is built to filter out the frail Leaving a true supply Of a slavish life May father time Bring mercy on humanity And shed his lightness In the darkest corners Of the minds of men The worst is still yet to come They're already within your home Faith will not comfort you Built by the ones of what I speak