Nor win or lose You got not to choose A twisted mind Owning your will Undead inside A pathetic cry Will not escape From the deranged pride Fed with lust Amongst no trust Just play along Enact your role It feels like dying Alone Entrapped again Nowhere to hide nowhere to run Decrepit abstention Towards the world The new born thrives With innocent cries Yourself for yourself And one for their own The rape of the mind The burning of souls Decrepit abstention Towards the world The new born thrives With innocent cries Yourself for yourself And one for their own The rape of the mind The burning of souls