| Welcome to the skin you wear again | |
| The weeping wound you try to mend | |
| Liar screaming hollow amens | |
| Your conscience disappears | |
| Each time you sin | |
| New life is a possibility | |
| No one is here to see you bow to me | |
| Throw up your hands to the skies | |
| And welcome the new lords | |
| Of your demise | |
| On your fear we feed | |
| And this is the way we bleed | |
| No love just hate my fist your face | |
| The tears they pave my indoctrination | |
| Your knees the pain it comes in waves | |
| You can't be save because | |
| I am the way | |
| Lie to my face not my back | |
| I'm not a stick figure | |
| Three-dimensional figure | |
| On your fear we feed | |
| And this is the way we bleed |