No face, mother, father, daughter
No future, brother sister son
Processed, assimilated, undone
Enslaved by the Word and enamored to the Gun
Heathens, willing, we swallow their surgery
Content to our mutual discontent
Displaced, dreams of anonymity
Restless, walking, dead
Displaced, the mirror stares you empty
No face, no future for the devils own
The devils own
By deadlights shone
Necro-letariat
The devils own
In deadlights shone
Necro-letariat
No face, discontent
No pulse
Dream destroyers, incorporated
Siphoning our futures away
Identities lost to the storm
Astray in labyrinthine regret