Deep inside the heart and through my ears the voices are whispering 
If you don't evolve you'll cease to exist as an object of recreation 
The sound of silence awakens me and it feels 
I'm dying again 
Like the creature born from the sin, 
I am moved by the hands of my 
God The violent storm keeps raging down, to me life and death are the same 
Away from the light and into enslave like the dust that must move again 
I am commanded by hate without a will, as an object of recreation 
Away from the dream of what will it be, let this world be drowned in its grief 
Reincarnation of a man. 
Distilled through a pile of dirt. 
Shed a tear and let this world be drowned in its greed. 
Deep inside the heart and through my ears the voices are whispering 
If you don't evolve you cease to exist as an object of recreation 
We slowly cease to exist as an object of recreation