I'll never follow you into your herded lives
I said I'll never follow you into your unclean world
The dirt and selfish ways
A constant focal point to clouds and find a haze
What you fall is on is a falsehood of how time should pass by
You fall in deeper following one another

A clearing image of what must be done
Our sickening culture is our dying home
A call to judgement on our days will gray
Form a recognition to prove a way
Deliverance from the unbeaten ways of primal man

Through all I've seen
These eyes have turned to black
Stonewalled as my credence falls
These eyes have turned to black

A crush of all disease and foreign substance
Free our minds of unnatural thought
Above the fall of man is where I make my stand
All days are lost to conditioned zones
All days are lost to what we know

The growing devastation
Brings human extinction
This plague at the weakness
Cradles fall into pine for the mourning
Wailing cries blend endless each day
Poverty proves more than sympathy