Our corporate image sickens me to a point where our face sense of hope forms a lump in my throat
I try to come clean but it's far too late.
The lump that has formed within my throat still remains intact left there to rot.
This is just a taste of what's to come
All the virgins in this world will soon have all been raped
None of our hands are clean of this we are all the ones to blame
Predictions were right and I'm left within this cloak of guilt, left there to melt into hate
I tried to come clean but it was far too late
The fire struck swiftly consuming our hope as well as our faith for redemption
This is just a taste of what's to come
All the virgins in this world will soon have all been raped
None of our hands are clean of this we are all the ones to blame
It's never safe to stare into our blackened sun
When will you wake up and realize that is nothing more than a prophecy that we must decipher
Before it is too late
Decide now that you can think freely
All the virgins in this world will soon have all been raped
Only those who redefine shall stand all and face our
Blackened sun
It's been blackened
Blackened sun
It's been blackened