(M. Biedermann / I. Marshall) Inspired by insanity No cure for the mind's disease No drug to ease the pain No undoing what's been done No loss is a gain You've tortured mother earth Soon you all will burn Nothing's sacred No one is pure What we've been taught Has changed through the years What truth are lies? What lies are truth? Madness as my disguise I do what I do This world created holy Is tortured and haunted Metamorphosis of a monster Just goes to show Not all are Satan's slaves Supposed holy doing his dirty work They're digging the earth's own grave One grave... The bowels of the earth Are ready to give birth The death noise will crack the sky A moments reflection Mirrored imperfection Then all madness will subside One day the whales will walk the earth The hunter will become the hunted Mammoth will unearth itself from the tomb of hibernation He will sprout wings and fly Man will be consumed by fire then condemned to the sea Burning eternally with salty water in the lung Reborn, Reformed, The humble will adorn a new way Without treachery or scorn (Solo MB)