| Born into the darkness | |
| Thrown into the viper's den | |
| The serpent in the cradle | |
| Takes the child into its nest of sin | |
| Slowly suffocating | |
| The souls of victims it has found | |
| Into the vicious cycle, | |
| On the path that only leads us down | |
| Rat-race-fueled machinery | |
| The system of corruption | |
| Have we become so cold and numb | |
| We're blind to its destruction? | |
| We're forging in the fires of greed | |
| Our idols made of gold | |
| Then bowing down before them | |
| With corrupt, adulterous souls | |
| Opened eyes | |
| Realize... | |
| What we have done | |
| What we have seen | |
| What has become of our lives | |
| Corrupted our dreams | |
| What we have lost | |
| And what remains | |
| Paralyzed by the venom that runs through our veins | |
| There's got to be much more to life than this | |
| The world's caress is just the serpents kiss | |
| The demons veiled as angels | |
| The darkness as the light | |
| The poison seems so harmless as you drink of it tonight | |
| We reap the harvest we have sown | |
| Empowering our enemies | |
| We dress the wolves as sheep | |
| And then forget their true identities | |
| Forgive me | |
| Now I see... | |
| (Repeat Chorus) | |
| -instrumental section- | |
| Father, bring us back to You | |
| We're lost sheep, afraid, confused | |
| Tangled in the snares that grow | |
| Along this road of pain we choose | |
| And though we've wandered far away | |
| We've turned around and lost our way | |
| Though we are the prodigal, | |
| With open arms for us You still await | |
| All we are is laid to waste | |
| All we've seen crumbles in haste | |
| Everything under the sun is vanity put in its place | |
| You have seen this all before | |
| We are nothing, nothing more | |
| We're the ones who betray You, | |
| Yet we're the ones whom you adore | |
| I stand before You as a child | |
| By this world I've been defiled | |
| Stained and poisoned, burned and beaten, | |
| Bruised and wounded, sick and vile | |
| With hands reaching out to You, I run | |
| Realizing what I've done | |
| You take me in your arms, a reunited Father and son... | |
| And all illusion ceases to exist | |
| The world's caress is just the serpent's kiss |