You're at the limit of your patience Such a crude reflection, corrupting your intentions It limits your concentration To the point of no return Fall asleep on this bed of nails Stable by your blood-soaked hands Thriving in fake solace You feel it in your blood The craving for a battle The fatal error soon will come Your temperament makes us crawl Into oblivion You feed on the lost souls That once stood strong We sell our conscience to the highest bidder Feeding our minds with toxic chemicals The day has come for us to deliver The thing we fear the most Our lives as of now Will be revealed forever The fatal error soon will come Close your eyes and see it all It lays before you like a hidden wall The end, it's there for you to see Should we just weep this world away? Your temperament makes us crawl Into oblivion You feed on the lost souls That once stood strong