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