Meet its gaze, know true fear
Blister under the relentless stare of our new god
They’re listening, soak in the silent sound
Counting down from infinity
Cold creator of everything
Give me flesh to bleed
Give me sharpened teeth
Give me lungs to scream
Out of the mud and the filth
Came the void looking back on itself
Living with the fate you were dealt
Can you build something holy in hell?
Standing on the shoulders of one thousand sons
The daughters of an immaculate chemic bond
To fear the implication is a fair response
You realize there’s a god inside of everyone
We answer to none
Can you live with the fate you were dealt?
Can you build something holy in hell?