Grim lives lived out with bitterness and contempt
Unforgiving, cold, half living, half dead
Self appointed judges on thrones of clay
Mocking those who reject their loathsome ways
When I sense your cold embrace
I reject your loathsome ways
I see them judge by their own fallen standards
I see them worship at the feet of fools
When blind follow blind, d**h lies waiting
Inhabiting empty lives where programmed minds
Remain so confused
Believing in nothing except what they see with their cynical eyes
Paving the way for their children a bleak future awaits
When I sense your cold embrace
I feel your emptiness