In this age of heresy You are force fed what to believe Sheltered existences leading to the putrefaction Of the mind in a constant state of suffocation Dispel the poison That infects your soul With all the awful things in the world Famine plague murder and monsters How can faith overpower reason in this age of heresy Manufactured existence: Inside this realm nothing is true Everything has been permitted Lost in the dark Afraid of the light Imprisoned Lash at the walls Scratch at the chains Beg for freedom Reality is illusion We all search for answers In this manufactured existence This origin of time Is not the first And it won't be the last Confined within this synthetic nightmare You are living a dream That you will never wake up from Trapped inside this machine I am the cause of pain I delight in my victims torment