| When I feel the things | |
| I feel I do not understand | |
| What in life is real reach out and touch my hand | |
| Visions from the future | |
| Like whipsers from the dead | |
| Manipulated machines | |
| Screams inside my head | |
| I can hear the laughter | |
| And I can hear the cries | |
| The lonesome child screaming | |
| In a world of lies | |
| Blessed are those who do not know | |
| Who cannot see or hear | |
| Blessed are those who cannot see | |
| Or taste the vicous fear | |
| Blessed are those who do not know | |
| That nothing is for real | |
| Blessed are those who do not know | |
| That there's nothing left to feel | |
| Evil resurrected | |
| Forever to survive | |
| Demons walk beside us | |
| Dead but still alive | |
| Diabolic creatures | |
| Infects humanity | |
| No hope for the living | |
| Blind by greed eyes cannot see | |
| Praying for salvation | |
| We fall down on the ground regrets for our own living | |
| When dreams cannot be found | |
| Blessed are those who do not know | |
| Who cannot see or hear | |
| Blessed are tose who cannot see | |
| Or taste the vicious fear | |
| When dreams turn into anquish | |
| The withering begins | |
| Like autumn leaves we fall down | |
| No redemption for our sins | |
| Paranoid illusions | |
| In a mind of decay | |
| Artificial living | |
| Death comes our way |