I. Subliminal voice is calling me Incredible noise is arguing with creed Doubtful confidence is playing with my nerves I pray for God's help, but I don't deserve it
BR: The power is, power is always on top I want too much, I'll never get enough The power is, power is always on top I want too much, I'll never get enough
R: I'm Six Four Three Eight Nine Triple Zero I'm Six Four Three Eight Nine Triple Zero
II. I sink in the despair, praying for death The eyeless iron mask is welded on my head Untouchable purity doesn't exist Contained blood in my veins bodes my decease
R: I'm Six Four Three Eight Nine Triple Zero I'm Six Four Three Eight Nine Triple Zero
III. While didn't fade, exterminate And baptize to hypnotize My stillborn brain This is for my depression Blank walls are around my immortality My irresponsibility My reality Contamination That's how I try to resurrect