Welcome to a world created by the system
Can you feel the wasteland feeding their addiction?
I am their greed
I am their fame
Now they are psychopaths who love to play their games
I am their lust
I am their goal
Now they will lose it all and swear they're in control
Oh, the workings of the damned, they've sold the passion that they once had about live

Welcome to a world created by a savior
Can you feel their weakness twisting into valor?
I am their strong
I am their bold
Now they will sacrifice and do as they are told
I am their just
I am their fair
Now they will give it all to ritual and prayer
Oh, the preaching of the saved, they've learned their mission to serve as slaves to a god

From the mountains of the dead
I will paint the landscape red with blood

I am the parasite that bores into your inner seed
I am the irritant you scratch until you love to bleed

Symbiotic siren
Embryonic virus
Necrotrophic being
Replicating freely

Welcome to a world created by extremists
Can you feel the freedom pouring from their slit wrists?
I am their peace
I am their hell
I am the anarchist who poisoned all the wells
I am their black
I am their white
I am the sun that sets before their endless night
Oh, the greatest irony, they die as fools so innocently with a smile

Climb the mountains of the dead
Place your crowns upon my head and kneel

I am the carnivore that sits upon my rotted throne
I am the insane king that rules this land of flesh and bone

Bow Down