It's a sign of the times

That dead are the minds of men

And how long before the world grows cold

See the scars on your face

They tell the future you are blind to

Again and again

Sad is the fate of the human race
 [bad word] in a futile embrace

Born into this world of chaos

Rising up from the grey, grey masses

Amidst the mayhem we must all find our place

I know my way just read the smile on my face

No need for God or salvation

Stay on my path of dedication

You seek the light in vain, I rest my case

I am prepared for the New Dark Age

Have you read the scriptures

Oh, how they clash with each other

My will, my heart,

The circumstances dictate my direction

With no bonds or confinement

Only a fool needs [bad word] 
To tell right from wrong

In stupidity wallows

The bulk of the human race

Dead minds hold our species in disgrace