They bleeding out
In the valley of dead
From meaningless confusion
Illusion reigns

We search and plan
The lectures of the weak
In headless confusion
Illusion reigns

Stare down
Remind all the lies
Receive the blame
Seven years remain

Where am I?
Where am I?
Where am I?

I am nothing! (Like a prostitute)
We search and plan
The lectures of the weak
The [bad word] filled [bad word] The sense in our speeches

We let sit down
In the cosmos of the dead
And wipe off our objections
And appoint the insane head