Dawn of the New Age

Like a son without his father

Like a bent and broken daughter

A product of chaos, immoral new ethos

Slaves 'till we die

An old machine

For misery

This is more than warfare

Too blind to see

Too deaf to hear

Read between fucking lines

They seek to feel

Powers thought unreal

See me, hear me, heed me, heed me

I'll guide you through the dark

To the new age

What Is

Will be

A deformed

Tragedy

What Is

Will be

Reformed

By me