Embrace my corroded mind Tell me something about a way to find My mental crime Hidden on track nine Forgotten and left behind Lonely on track nine I'm riding down the road Expecting to find hope On track nine When the sun burns my skin I'll give up all I believed in It's an industrial sin Or am I deceiving? It's an industrial sin When the sun burns my skin When the sun burns my skin While I'm driving on track Now I'm driving through a desert of waste I can't grip the eyes of the dead And confusion starts in my head I burn out their souls I tear out their ears I take out their hearts I try to live alone in a new age of stone