Malignant entity; hand in hand with death
Created a God to ease the guilt of all our ills
Created a Devil to take the blame for all our sins
An imaginative safety blanket for when we cease to exist
It seems living as who we are has no more meaning
There's nothing that shows stronger when we give up so easily
Burned away into the void's endless days
With only a cynical hope to remain
A maddening infection to the brain
Existing solely in the imagination
And with this virus we are broken
And with this illness we are gone
We are broken, we are gone
Minds lost to the madness within
Never to return to what they held at the beginning
So deluded in our quests to be known by name
You do not see the truth of our submissive plague

Birthing our defenceless offspring into life as slaves
Trading their lives away

One step closer to satisfaction
One step further for gratification
One step closer to satisfaction
One step further for gratification
All were basking in the overconfidence and selfishness that sees these acts as divine
But now we've had enough, it's time for the machine to die
Because you've finally realised you now mean nothing more than a lie

Here we lay; aware of the coming pain
Pleading for God to take us away
Yet there is no answer to our shame (to our shame)

Even for those who do not believe
An urge to find out why goes on

Searching what feels like forever and a day
For that last caress of death's embrace
Fanatical devotees consistently falling to their knees
Shouting to the heavens
Crazed and full of a life of the wrong kind
Rioting with an endless frenzy in the streets
With this faith we aren't chosen
In this place, oh, we are broken
It is not until the world goes to war yet again
This time with destruction at the touch of their fingertips
That a means to an end finally becomes reality
Melted, imploded by the searing heat

Region after region of the Earth bombarded over and over again
There will be no safe places left after this
Cracked and deformed are the spirits that dwell within
Just the same as what lies beneath
Cracked and deformed are the spirits that dwell within
Just the same as what lies beneath

Will the time come after so long in waiting?
Billions of voices, hands and eyes to the skies, wanting
Standing upon the barren ground they destroyed, yearning
Crying, screaming, longing for the ultimate end

Cracked and deformed are the spirits that dwell within
Just the same as what lies beneath

God; please
The pathetic cries seem to go on forever into the sky
When will these creatures realise and recede?
That forever does not exist here nor in the heavens
They are amiss (they are amiss)
Missing from existence

Even for those who do not believe
They’ll still go on fucking crying out

Searching what feels like forever and a day
For that last caress of death's embrace
Fanatical devotees consistently falling to their knees
Shouting to the heavens oh lord take me

Finding their feet only to keep begging
Finding their feet only to keep begging
Absolute insanity striving to always believe
Even though they know their afterlife is a lie

And yet hands remain together in disbelief
Inevitably losing what remains of their sanity
Leaving these last vestiges of clarity
Praying, hoping, crying, begging endlessly
Placing all their faith in nothing

An uncontrollable sensation begins to take over
These conscious minds able to hold themselves no longer
Feeling our heels leave the ground beneath
All look down to see they stay fixed, still standing on their feet
Yet there remains this feeling...
Disembodiment of guilty and innocent on a massive scale
The final remnants of humanity torn from our bodies
All souls will fade into nothing