In the darkness that feeds your mindnIn your cavernous seething eyesnYou lost some things you never could replacenTell me whynI see the forces that drive younWho said I?nFor you it's too late to seenTell me whynWill they make you feel righteous?nHear the criesnThey'll flash their twisted faces across my screennnIn a world ruled by obsessionnSeeking retributionnBreathing pure aggressionnA reflection of the hate that you must breednYou're out of reachnOut of reachnnSo you got to keep on with your sinister lifenIt's too late to change your mindnYour end will be violent and abruptnMake sure what's done is donennTell me whynI see the forces inside younWho said I?nFor you it's too late to seenTell me whynDoes it make you feel righteous?nTo flash their twisted faces across my screennnIn a world ruled by obsessionnSeeking retributionnBreathing pure aggressionnA reflection of the hate that you must breednnYou're out of reachnYou're out of reachnOut of reachnYou're out of reachnOut of reach