Massive hordes of faithful thieves
Blighted minds extend their reach
Feeding breeding all deceiving
Catatonic astral beings
No face is left unveiled
For you to worship them for all that you see
Channeled streamline of forced vibrant displays
Pioneers pursue the end of all race
Glowing, showing bonds of the knowing
Immense intolerance drowning in deafening
Vainglorious spectacles to match our age
No face is left unveiled
For you to worship them for all that you see
Time to face the storm
Feel the thunder overtake your form
Your pain is not divine
No path will ever shine
Nor rain have you washed away
Colossal swarms of faceless names
Devoted prowlers extend their games
Declared, impaired into despair
Melting mental misanthropy
Inside a predominant special nation
Molded in self proclamation
Time to face the storm
Feel the thunder overtake your form
Your pain is not divine
No path will ever shine
Nor stains, rain care to wash away
Theatrical practicalities turned to
Reanimated human faculties
Lay rest of all emotion
In self display lies all devotion
Seek sanctum in darkness
Uncloaked, unfold your truth to hold
Against all terrors from within
All fires witheld from your skin
To ignite your demise