[Verse 1]
We are dying in the wake of gods and decrees remain arcane
And everything around us is a consequence of pain

[Verse 2]
The writings on the wall depict a truth that no one reads
A government of puppets blinded by another creed

[Bridge]
Burning voice of insanity
Nothing is the same
Barren lands for the idle man
Find all the lines in your hand

[Outro]
Blinding storms are surrounding us
Take control
In our cups, poisoned wine
Find all the lines in your hands