Our corporate image sickens me to a point where our false
Sense of hope forms a lump in my throat
I try to come clean but it is far too late.
The lump that has formed within my throat
Still remains intact left there to rot
This is just a taste of what is to come
All the virgins in this world will soon have all been raped
None of our hands are clean of this we are all the ones to blame
All the virgins in this world will soon have all been raped
Only those who redefine shall stand all and face our blackened sun
It has been blackened blackened sun It has been blackened
Predictions were right and I am left within this cloak
Of guilt left there to melt into hate
I tried to come clean but it was far too late
The fire struck swiftly consuming our hope
As well as our faith for redemption
It is never safe to stare into our blackened sun
When will you wake up and realize that is nothing more
Than a prophecy that we must decipher
Before it is too late
Decide now that you can think freely