| End this debate. | |
| No need to dream of solace | |
| I'll be your truth in this game that is life | |
| Your will withering away | |
| Among the comatose but insight's not your fate | |
| Minds align to fire the sequence | |
| You will feel the knife as it turns | |
| Taste visions of ruin and thirst | |
| Make for save haven but | |
| I will find you first | |
| Capitulate, you know this fight is over | |
| Spiritual flesh, my stomach starts to churn | |
| A perfected mindjack. | |
| Confirmed illusion | |
| Euphoric state. | |
| You gag, you choke | |
| Words, virus. | |
| They echo in your ears | |
| True bliss through bondage and oh here come the tears | |
| I find my joy in fear | |
| A soul cadaver | |
| I'm the hurt that finds you first | |
| Capitulate | |
| Hide. You'll be mine either way | |
| Grind my teachings on the soulless | |
| In a sense, devastations structure bleeding through my sermon | |
| The repose of true angels paves my way to power | |
| Parasite a state of which you'll be proud | |
| Under my soothing shroud | |
| Innocence? | |
| This systems roaring howl | |
| Deafens all reason | |
| Questions reduced to silence |