It's time for nailing some heads
Something looms in the tunnel ahead
These headless bodies keep walking
Can you hear the half-dead talking

Without their eyes, they can see it
Without their ears, they can hear it
Without their lungs, they are breathing
With no blood, they are bleeding

New world society
Has written in blank Creed
Giving liberty
To widows in black weeds
When life's not worth living
Are they real, are they fake?
Hold out to the end, unforgiving
They wish they were dead

Someone godlike holding heads as a salesman
From ashes of hell - arisen
The world fatalities
Through half opened eyes
For being Nothing
They paid the price

Without their hearts, they can feel it
Without a soul, feel hatred
Without their legs, they are creeping
Without dreams, they are sleeping

The whole world's fatalities
on a head hunter shield
Confront brutality
Their doom is yet unsealed
For those who are blind
Whose life is a fake
Deprived of all presence of mind
A profound mistake