Born from the blind, delusional mind
 Bite the hand that feeds the lie
 The garden is severed, buried in the [bad word]  Open your eyes... 'Cause God hates you 

 The serpents have the power coiled in illusion
 poisonous gift of beautiful sin
 Paint the [bad word] with the ashes of Eden
 It's time to face the end of the world 

 We have flown to close the sun
 But in space even angels can get burned 

 "As death rains down upon them... Cleansing
 the streets in a cloudburst of blood, black
 leather smoke coils up my nostrils tingeling
 with death's surprise. It leaks out through
 the cracks in the cold asphalt sidewalks
 of the city of sin 

 ...Feast upon the images of molten massacre,
 as the machineries of death grind relentlessly on" 

 We have flown to close the sun
 But in space even angels can get burned
 Lunacy breeds in silent fire
 No hope for mankind as the world expire