作词 : Hoare, Millard, Turner, Ward
Imagination is the curse of every liar 
Alleviation as we crawl on through the mire 
And everyone will say you're crazy 
Spending all your time being oh so lazy 
Corruption is the plane to take you higher 
Medication is the key to hallucination 
The only saving grace we have is amputation 
And who decides what we call sinning 
Losing everything just to show we're winning 
The rising of the poor is the salutation 
Black hearts, on fire 
With terminal spirit disease 
False hope, expires 
Bringing the world to its knees 
Strychnine desire 
Open the wound to release 
Black hearts, on fire 
With terminal spirit disease 
Black hearts, on fire 
With terminal spirit disease 
False hope, expires 
Bringing the world to its knees 
Strychnine desire 
Open the wound to release 
Black hearts, on fire 
With terminal spirit disease 
Twisted visions 
Burning deep in the back of my head 
Tainted dosage 
I don't remember what the doctor said 
Numbing feeling 
Stripping the flesh from my old shattered bones 
Sleepless dreaming 
Never before have 
I felt so alone