Another episode of violence Conducts of inner war Foreseeing death for us to call But god won't sit and wait for us, Won't wait for you to come God ain't knowing that you were born Tossed in the tale of conformity We are monsters feeding insanity Awaiting death to set us free I'm your dirt and I'm your pain A circumstanding lack Trying to quest what is real Do you really have a conscience? Do you have a soul inside? Can you really dig the power To be living dead inside? Dead inside Can you really scratch the surface Without knowing what we truly hide? Do you really have the tolerance To be living dead inside? Dead inside Another epilogue of providence Trust? Nevermore. Awaiting death to shut the door No god will come to care for you And won't reach out his hand 'Cause God is dead I fuel the day we are withering away And our newborn souls grow into decay Crying out what we couldn't say I'm your dirt and I'm your pain A circumstanding lack Learned to hide what should be said Do we really have a conscience? Do we have a soul inside? Can you really dig the power To be living dead inside? Dead inside Can you really scratch the surface Without knowing what is deep inside? Do you really see the purpose That we're living in a dead lost time? Can you really dig the power Without knowing what we truly hide? Do you really doubt the evidence That we are dead inside? Dead inside We are dead inside.