We are all gods Walking so tall Accepting no blame Our own private savior We are all wrong Nothing special arrogance, intolerance What we do best This make believe This easy escape Paying no attention to the end times Leaving a stain Over all of us covering up your perfect face Ruining I will meet you on the k**ing floor New kind of cattle with a bolt to the skull We all bleed as one Waiting for dissection I can prove it There is a reason for regret