Born from the blind, delusional mind

Bite the hand that feeds the lie

The garden is severed, buried in the truth

Open your eyes... 'Cause God hates you

The serpents have the power coiled in illusion

A poisonous gift of beautiful sin

Paint the whore with the ashes of Eden

It's time to face the end of the world

We have flown to close the sun

But in space even angels can get burned

"As death rains down upon them... Cleansing

the streets in a cloudburst of blood, black

leather smoke coils up my nostrils tingeling

with death's surprise. It leaks out through

the cracks in the cold asphalt sidewalks

of the city of sin

...Feast upon the images of molten massacre,

as the machineries of death grind relentlessly on"

We have flown to close the sun

But in space even angels can get burned

Lunacy breeds in silent fire

No hope for mankind as the world expire