You can strike At the Tower of Babel Buried in the sands of time Dancing with the devil Down with the gods of old I am the liar and father of lies (x2) With no mask to cling to We shatter disguises We are the illusion If you steal from another they'll throw you in jail But if you steal enough they'll make you their king And the tallest trees roots reach deep into hell So howl at the full moon, each strike of the heel Hell is empty And the devil sits beside you We've run out of time You'll live and you'll die No reason or rhyme No questioning why We've all seen ourselves become godless in time Now we owe the blood of the firstborn With no mask to cling to We shatter disguises We are the illusion (Let this be clear) This curse has seeped deep in the skin to us life pa**ing in a blink (Slowly sinking) A slave to our own needs not stopping or thinking If this mind is opened there will be hell to pay For now I sleep