| An old design aimed to sort the immune from those |
| Born into ivory and gold mined by the rest |
| An iron war, diamond campaign |
| The lungs of men in their dying machine |
| Ghosts |
| Empty the reserves |
| And premeditate |
| Ground these bones into dust |
| Slowly morphing, I distort |
| In higher suffering, we are born |
| Wraiths of land and beasts of sea |
| Tower over their adversaries |
| The rest is easy, cut the cord |
| God abandons and so will your elders |
| I can’t shut my eyes, I can’t ask them why |
| Or put a bullet in between their eyes |
| Ground these bones into dust |
| An eyeless dog in the desert we roam |
| I, of infidel, pray when I’m told |
| We’re serving those whose mouth never foams |
| We’ll die for nothing, drilling for fool’s gold |
| Ghosts |
| Empty the reserves |
| And premeditate |
| Ground these bones into dust |
| Slowly morphing, I distort |
| In higher suffering, we are born |
| Wraiths of land and beasts of sea |
| Tower over their adversaries |
| The rest is easy, cut the cord |
| God abandons and so will your elders |
| I can’t shut my eyes, I can’t ask them why |
| Or put a bullet in between my eyes |
| I put a bullet in between their eyes |
| I put a bullet in between my eyes |
| Slowly morphing, I distort |
| So put a bullet in between my eyes |