No time to waste, just facts to face I'll never get your point of view Your eyes been closed, by your rage Don't trust the voice without a face How does it feel to curb your needs? How does it feel to be the Devil's breed? Buried in thoughts and lost in greed You follow a leader, you can't resist Disappeared, without a trace Your soul descent, into darkest shadows Tasted the bloodwine, your crossing the deadline another time Upgrade your life, surrounded by death Pass by the burden, which a bloodline contains Set back to resurrect, came back to get respect Collapse below the pressure