Grim lives lived out with bitterness and contempt Unforgiving, cold, half living, half dead Self appointed judges on thrones of clay Mocking those who reject their loathsome ways When I sense your cold embrace I reject your loathsome ways I see them judge by their own fallen standards I see them worship at the feet of fools When blind follow blind, death lies waiting Inhabiting empty lives where programmed minds Remain so confused Believing in nothing except what they see with their cynical eyes Paving the way for their children a bleak future awaits When I sense your cold embrace I feel your emptiness