Emblazed

Synthetic flesh, sinful virtual life

Reflected picture of perished strife

Deranged, your mind, as you can't swallow pain

For pain there are a thousand ways to...

They point their finger once again

Infected lies, it's the game

Altars of mindless, of innocent crime

Bleeding, and freezing inside

Cut to pieces, the deathrow is near

Hypnotic minds hear the screams of fear

Sheep in the line, take a knife cut their heads

Assuring us, paranoia the game

Value of words, you can place them on ice

Or click them all then delete all the files

Endless struggle of spirit and flesh

The last one - summon my "demon-guest"

A living dead with no "will to power"

Painted fear, count the hours

Synthetic flesh, set on fire, emblazed

Gas them all, until none of it's left

Another murder, another black hole

A "living horror" in the land of the gore

Hallowed point in jerusalem's streets

Set them emblazed, then be destroyed by guilt

Altars, of mindless, of innocent crime

Bleeding and freezing inside

Give your hand, join the river of blood

A shooting game as the story's been told

Faces on news, wanted dead or alive

You stare at the screen but for me it's alive

I scratch my skin till the blood red appear

Be my guest in the sentence of fear

Murder, a child killed, islamic terror

In the land of the genocide

Cut down to pieces, or throw out your skin

The masses will rip your mind