From words made up of dust
The false lept from the breath of centuries
Worlds below sleep in ignorance
With dissention from the skies
Mass daily chanting gleam of madness
Wage destruction on the void
Devour all that's held as sacred
Fools will feast well tonight
With dissention from the skies
Worlds below sleep in ignorance
Constant race we have to find the cure for the misery
Eden's fall, fall from grace
Subliminal it's so obscene
As we try to find the cure
To do battle with the mind
Afraid of what i will find
Disenchanted-sell what is meant to be free
Take for granted-the eternal truth of the whole
Cannot live in these golden chains prison in disguise
The world engulfed in flames fuels the wretched false
I will awake the sleeper within