| Humanity peeled from our bones | |
| Deprived of integuments that make us real | |
| Shadows of flesh to maintain the system | |
| Our own blood splashes as we kneel | |
| So meticulously machined | |
| Into these obedient devices | |
| Puppets, fine tuned, submissive drones | |
| Replicas of each other, clones | |
| We're dormant accumulations of flesh | |
| In a crimson filtered twilight | |
| Mute witnesses to the game | |
| Wrenches to keep the bolts of lies tight | |
| We're the fabric concealing the stains | |
| The red tainted existence | |
| The gullibles to bless your sins away | |
| Rags to wipe your blooded trails | |
| We give in to the atrophy | |
| To the twining of self-thought knowledge | |
| The purpose of the human mind reviled | |
| Everlasting ignorance realized | |
| The scarlet flood that inundates our powerless thoughts | |
| Defenseless minds with the lies overfed | |
| Every thought stained, defiled | |
| Painted the color, the shade of electric red |