into the realms of hate
into the realms of war
no we're not dreaming
now try [bad word] away
as fast as you can
outside these grounds of [bad word] 

a burning world consumes
the flames are everywhere
their eyes full of pain
once fiction was our dream
now fiction is our [bad word] 
we shaped our glorious end

as [bad word] crashing down
no more screams are heard
no we're not dreaming
everything here has changed
everything is destroyed
the fiction [bad word] [bad word] 

wish there was a reason to stop this madness
you go keep tasting your own decadence

bloody times, no one can talk
a glorious suicide to end up alone
nobody escapes what we've done
in this bloody wasted place

and certain things remain untold
deep in ourselves a twisted soul
and that's the shape of things [bad word] 
we try to change it but it's too late
now we're just living to annihilate
and that's the shape of things [bad word]