Call it what you will, I call it an interest, excitement for future thrills
With nothing but good fortune bestowed on the life I lead, just welcoming
Achieving our goals, all wide eyed rushing through thick oak doors
Carving out rivers of establishment and flooding the hallways of accomplishment

We are the truly enlightened souls carrying the women and the children on our backs
We'll bring the weak ones to shelter, darling
And leave the faithful to pray

By the fire burning beneath our city streets
The soil stained red, the dying hearts we hear them beat-beat-beat
Makes you open your eyes, the majority lies in our hands
All that remains, an invisible trace
A man, yes a man is consumed by the world he created and then destroyed

I was born to the stomach of a Deathmachine in the middle of its darkest hour
Coming alive with a system designed to die

Pray that the choices we make are the right ones
We have to be true to ourselves and brave for as long as we can
Since even as children we knew where these broken, beaten down paths would take us in the end
The mistake we made was trusting the fate was just as human
A friend for so long has turned like the years that keep turning and turning and churning out

Distortion and feedback screaming from these grinding gears
Injecting fear like fuel as each witness is laid out
Watching sunsets slip into comas, sliding down these iron walls
Now our guiding lights are machine gun turrets perched high amidst the smoke and the flame
On wheels made from distant memories of feeling secure and safe
All being driven by hatred within as we ignite our saving grace

Oh my dear, show me where it hurts
Hold my hand and let us sing a song, a song of our success
Now the machine's a blazing furry engulfed with the flames that we set to it
Don't look back the ashes have already been swept
Hold my hand And let us sing a song, a song of our regrets

We are the truly enlightened souls, we are enlightened souls