Wioth mind games you find ways to dazzle us all 
with [bad word] lies ans sore eyes you question our call 
you speak with a new voice to those never herard 
enticed boy your preaching, soon they will serve 

Clean your wounds while they're open 
undress those scars you hide and I'm sensing you're broken 
can't leave you be, my espace from reality 

Time now has tainted the peace we once had 
drenched in delusionsand burned by your hand 
have faith in a new world, insane as before 
seduced by your wishes, now we want more