My eyes are now opened Blinded by tranquillity My heart's torn apart Silence around is choked This creature yells Bent over the body Intoxicated actuality Dancing madly in the air Words are now nothing Acts are makers of this wrong Insanity's in the fields Reaping the heavy crop It mows by scythe of death It's the usual process Soil's turned up and fertilized With pieces of steel and limbs Hospitals of those who get Through procedure of hardening They writhe and explode With pain and suffering [Solo: Alex] Black scorched hands Grasping again and again Till they end up moving And die away forever No time for senses This is time to act A simple plan of situation Tumbling down like kicked ball Fruits of lunacy Excel their creator It's grown into their minds Endowing it with fervent zeal