It's time for nailing some heads Something looms in the tunnel ahead These headless bodies keep walking Can you hear the half-dead talking Without their eyes, they can see it Without their ears, they can hear it Without their lungs, they are breathing With no blood, they are bleeding New world society Has written in blank Creed Giving liberty To widows in black weeds When life's not worth living Are they real, are they fake? Hold out to the end, unforgiving They wish they were dead Someone godlike holding heads as a salesman From ashes of hell - arisen The world fatalities Through half opened eyes For being Nothing They paid the price Without their hearts, they can feel it Without a soul, feel hatred Without their legs, they are creeping Without dreams, they are sleeping The whole world's fatalities On a head hunter shield Confront brutality Their doom is yet unsealed For those who are blind Whose life is a fake Deprived of all presence of mind A profound mistake