Torn in disarray, listen what I say

Brand your people, let them go, send them on their way

Worn the fired plead, give them what they need

Kill your people, let them die before they plant the seed

Born, the black creation, sure to never die



In crimson sorrow rise, not to compromise

No one knows where the cold wind blows until it's in their eyes

In guarded disbelief, the crimson turns to grief

The loyalty you knew so well, now stuck between your teeth



Born in desolation, sure to never die

I am God's creation

I see the light of death within your eyes

Within your eyes, within your eyes, within your eyes



Breathe the devil's creation

I got a mouthful of flies

I am the scourge of the nation

Harbored within your eyes



Never wore the crimson red, never thorns adorned the head

When was what we used to be, now is what we'll always see

Left unto complacency to right the wrong conspiracy

Never what you used to see with eyes adorned in misery



Choose, commit to right or wrong

The road reaming ever long

Truth in anger's compromise

That shine the lies within your eyes



Never was mistaken, never was the prize

Never unforsaken to hide within your eyes

Never an illusion, the ever rising tide

This the constitution, harbored in your eyes



Breathe the devil's creation

I got a mouthful of flies

I am the scourge of the nation

Harbored within your eyes