Farewell my son take care, it won't be long till the end of your crusade. embrace your god, ignore your fate marching through the street of sin and make believe in the name of the media tell me which god is in your heart that wants mankind to fall apart new found lies, the truth is bent we are not heaven-sent marching through the street of sin and make believe in the name of the media I'll be here, wondering what's worse that they expect you to die, or me awaiting your hearse till the end of your crusade. Embrace your god, ignore your fate.