| Spare me your affliction | |
| And abandon your own | |
| Beliefs and believers taking control of | |
| The way they all watch your sun enlighten their lives | |
| Just blame it on the situation | |
| Stand where I am and remember your aim | |
| No apology | |
| Read in me from the mud on your lands | |
| Save one last breath, should you choke to your death | |
| Cold is cutting through | |
| Reading you from the blood in the palm of your hands | |
| Quick to judge me yet so slow to understand | |
| Slit your grudge and anger on what lingers on | |
| Craving for attention | |
| In your delusion | |
| Your beliefs and believers taking control of | |
| The way they all watch your sun enlighten their lives | |
| Through mystics and messiahs | |
| Art of persuasion, blame it on the situation | |
| On the wolf in the sheepfold deciding who should live or die | |
| Stand where I am and remember your aim | |
| No apology | |
| Read in me from the mud on your lands | |
| Save one last breath, should you choke to your death | |
| Cold is cutting through | |
| Reading you from the blood in the palm of your hands | |
| Quick to judge me, yet so slow to understand | |
| Slit your grudge and anger on what lingers on |