Shallow everything and be part of the horde Hide behind you lamb's-blood Painted doors let me be the wolf in the sheep Flock of thine hide everything inside and be part Of the lie - so divine Who Will it be who set the stege? Who are sponsors to our rage? We're but underpaid actors In this final of chapters Racing, downhill, faster Ahead of the pack in a suicide rage Bunrin'up the tracks in a merciless attack