Faster, full speed ahead
Haunt them down
That flock of domestic sheep

Cause this is the age of great acceleration
This is the age of major alienation
Don't remove their blinder
And listen to me, you morons

Do you enjoy your decadent refinement
Won't you crawl back in solitude

You hypocrite
You sinner
You can fight it, but it's slowly nodding off

Men
Infected as in 1349
When black death spread like rats
Brought down by a curious plague
Carried to a certain burial ground...

Where you could smell the blood
And see the colour of death

Infected as in 1349

Where you could smell the blood
And see the colour of death

Aaarrrggghhh

Opened up
Examined by myself and many more
Psychological autopsy
Of this broken, bitter, whore
Wasn't your intention but that was what it became
Here i am in pieces
Just one more forgotten name

Do you enjoy your decadent refinement
Won't you crawl back in solitude

You hypocrite
You sinner
You can fight it, but it's slowly nodding off