Hate me   Help me   Convert my mind   Direct me to your gloom   The halls of kingdom   To the land of no return   Take me ignorant   Show me your master and creator      Take me   Take me to the tombs of your sacred relics   Where bodies bend like weak betrayers   What a fitting punisher you are   Bring your own redemption   The touch of the nails to the skin is the fruit of your love for masochism      I don't deserve your trance   I am the adversary of a dominant race of zealots   I am the kind that doubts the unreason      Unbeliever      I won't forget to ask the question before I give an answer to me   On the land of no return there are all that you can't find:   The lack of sense - The lack of anything that you can feel   I won't decide to play the master instead I chose to be   You say I am incomplete   I say I'll always be      Cover your mouth with tape   Cover your heart with pain   Cover your eyes with shame   Spend all your life in vain      I don't deserve your trance   I am the adversary of a dominant race of zealots   I am the kind that doubts the unreason      Hate me   Help me   Convert my mind   Direct me to your gloom   The halls of kingdom come   To the land of no return   Take me ignorant   Show me your master and creator      I don't deserve your trance   I am the adversary of a dominant race of zealots   I am the kind that doubts the unreason      Unbeliever