Torn in disarray, listen what I say   Brand your people, let them go, send them on their way   Worn the fired plead, give them what they need   Kill your people, let them die before they plant the seed   Born, the black creation, sure to never die      In crimson sorrow rise, not to compromise   No one knows where the cold wind blows until it's in their eyes   In guarded disbelief, the crimson turns to grief   The loyalty you knew so well, now stuck between your teeth      Born in desolation, sure to never die   I am God's creation   I see the light of death within your eyes   Within your eyes, within your eyes, within your eyes      Breathe the devil's creation   I got a mouthful of flies   I am the scourge of the nation   Harbored within your eyes      Never wore the crimson red, never thorns adorned the head   When was what we used to be, now is what we'll always see   Left unto complacency to right the wrong conspiracy   Never what you used to see with eyes adorned in misery      Choose, commit to right or wrong   The road reaming ever long   Truth in anger's compromise   That shine the lies within your eyes      Never was mistaken, never was the prize   Never unforsaken to hide within your eyes   Never an illusion, the ever rising tide   This the constitution, harbored in your eyes      Breathe the devil's creation   I got a mouthful of flies   I am the scourge of the nation   Harbored within your eyes