Realm of the wrongdoers who incensed
Run through the room of mirrors like a TV murder rampage
Each step concurrent with an enraged depiction
And I despise the fickle guise of this lunatic
Scenes that the naked eye could never recognise
You wanna sell amoral aberration
Yeah can you hear the sound of distant confrontation
Can powers that be a resolution and stop the shelling of our reflection
That signs out with a mushroom cloud for all to witness
Now If you don’t get out my face this taste throw up the fuck out of existential waste
And I’m gonna shut down your war machines and rain your riches across the streets
Hail of the privileged over the weak we see the news reports play as bullets ricochet
Cull every last one of them malevolence becomes despondent nihility
Realm of the wrongdoers who incensed
Run through the room of mirrors like a TV murder rampage
Each step concurrent with an enraged depiction
And I despise the fickle guise of this lunatic
Scenes that the naked eye could never recognise
Wild echoes of unnatural shrieks of the fanatical beast
They’re gonna bomb this world to the ground
Raise hell regardless of the ones they do ill
Unless we act and fight back with a power they won’t believe
Hail of the privileged over weak we see the news reports play as bullets ricochet
Embraced with a cold encircling wind flowing through war torn township
Writhe along with me