I walked the earth, I trekked through endless sacred places   I searched them, all of them, far and wide   I'd never seen so many pretty little faces, all waiting patiently   Waiting to die         I wait for something   I wait for anything to heal this world of all its wounds   Of all its hate, so I can feel again         CHORUS:   Disillusion is common place   Confusion, our fatal flaw   Retribution, our sacred god   Conclusion   There is no law         We are slaves to apathy, wishing we were born without eyes   We crusade for trivial glory   We only care about what we despise         You tried to teach me   You tried to reach me through fear   The fear of what you are, of what you see, of what you hear inside