Breaking down the illusion
No one's the person that you think
Under these moral disguises
A blood curdling dream

We're not welcome here
In a nation of fear
No sanctuary clear
In a nation of fear

Marks on a child
Scars on a human
Follow a blood-lit path
To the promised land

We're not welcome here
In a nation of fear
No sanctuary clear

Disintegrated mask
Hewn from the caustic blast
Melted down to force
The old world to be reborn

Familiar but inferior
Immaterial ulterior