The reflection in the mirror’s never been clearer
Pretend I care, act so aware
Contradiction and fiction, the empire I live in
Built by oppressed, proclaimed as blessed

You see the price of our dream was killing, raping and screaming
But I came to terms because I don’t have to see it
And still there are fools who just refuse to believe that
There’s blood on your hands, on my hands
Are we damnеd?

I am part of sickness, unmistaken
Given paradisе, wanted more for the taking
Am I guilty as the ones I blame?
Are we all the fucking same?

Introspection and fear of my faults still adhered to
Yet play the saint, virtue unstained
How I care for, deliver my brothers and sisters
Altars remain, in Mammon’s name

A wish, a dream, we’d do anything
Slaughter the innocent, tune out their screams
To achieve the means to spread our disease
Surrounded by suffering, living like kings
Empire

Pick through the bones of the dead
Craft the gold teeth to a crown on our head
And spit out the bile
Pick through the bones
Kings of a fucking ant pile

I am part of sickness, unmistaken
Given paradise, wanted more for the taking
Am I guilty as the ones I blame?
Are we all the fucking same?
Want to give instead of taking
Want to sacrifice for a better world waiting
Absolution, hand in hand with change
We are not the fucking same