See through these eyes of frosted glass 
The horror consumes my every last breath 
And the parasites eat my mind 
Until I die and wake up feeling nothing 

So listen 
And breathe the lies of power 
Can you hear it? 
Its beckoning call for you 

For one second, see what inspires, the other side 
And lose control before you return to reality 
 [bad word] back to insanity 
Its hopeless to fight or to flee 
Sift through the dementia 
And realize youre in a world of your own 

For one second, see what inspires, the other side 
And lose control before you return to reality 

Inside these eyes of burning rock 
Lies a curse to which there is no end 
Gaze at the moon [bad word] 
Nothing but a waste of time 
 [bad word] home to insanity 
Its as clear as writing on the wall 
Embrace the dementia 
For this time you are in control 

Its time for inter dementia 
 [bad word] this path of grey 
Is impossible to concur 
So just accept it as you own 
Personal prison for one