What to believe? What is deceit?
It's all around
Look at the zombies who'll cut off their heads
They're right beside you

Oh, who's lost their way and who has to pay
The truth makes no difference
My rights, bright lights, in God's name they still pray
A season of sicdeth is calling their name

Take charge, hit hard
Move on and don't look back
Take charge, hit hard
Move on and make no excuses

There's nowhere, nowhere to run in this life
So confined, trappеd in a cell, left to die
But thеre's still one final freedom
A world where no one knows

Those eyes, they cry such pain untold
They search, ask why, a void so cold

[Guitar Solo – Michael Wilton/Mike Stone]

A fateful time now awaits her
Silence fills the air, the irony of life from death
Twelve of them said toss the key
A punishment to haunt her endlessly
Beauty always cut more than skin deep
A new day has come, prepare to commence
A new kind of slaughter
Witness the violence, a social asylum
Welcome you all, digital noise alliance

There's nowhere, nowhere to run in this life
So confined, trapped in a cell left to die
But there's still one final freedom
A world where no one knows

Those eyes, they cry such pain