Running forever in circles of hate, clinical bars keep us tight
Hoping for fools to unleash us in haste, to prove to the world of their might
Created to k** in obscene trails of pain, to blot out the source of the light
A subtle but deadly supply on the wind, it gives them no reason to fight
The island of d**h where we wait in the dark, injected with droplets of pain
Lies quietly watching the homeland of fools, soon to revenge its disdain