Futility.

I see the world thru un-brain-washed eyes-
And see the decay of an innocence that was never really there-
All illusion, lies-
It's no surprise that no-one gets out alive-
We were all born on this fucked-up side-
To live, is to die-
We've all been born, with the curse of time-
And to live, is to die-
But there never was another side to be born into-
No Promised Land-
Only systematic man-
The number, 666 is a mask you wear on your face-
A man that doesn't appear this way is definitely out of place-
No Promised Land-
Only systematic man-
For those who refuse, it'll be bread and water-
And for those who do not comply, will become a part of, "The New World Slaughter,"-
I see the approach of, "Ragnarok,"-
Like an, S.T.D it lies dormant in earths veins-
Until we all take a piss and it cuts like razor blades-
And becomes screams of violence-
No antidote-
No anecdote-
The whole worlds a throat, that's already been sliced-
Bleeding-out slowly for millennia-
Sabotaged before time began-
No, Promised Land-
Only systematic man-
Two contradictions to bring it all to an end-