I pray to the Lord, my soul to take Before I wake My soul to take, my soul to take, my soul to take Like we always do at this time, Cole blowin' your mind Hey dummy, this no accident, all of this was designed Took my time, crept from behind And I opened

Evolution in reverse now it's time for me An even strobe a pulse of flashing Hatelights of synthetic souls mass-produced Hammered into shape a sign of times dreams Turn into systems a new way a new breed Implanted in our minds Here i am in the hand of a

I don't want to be a restless soul Running on empty, burning up the road Never knowing what I'm trying to find While the wheels keep turning in the back of my mind I don't want to take the long way home Sleeping on the roadside, move along Heading about,

My bad my bad influence Call it bad Can't accept your difference They call it bad influence Free mind, free soul Break out of the mold before the mold sets in Dangerous walls are closin' in They twist the truth Then give it a spin

Wait, don't drown it in the waterhole Taste, the feeling of a fever soul All in all I need to get me through Held up here, it's a silent fear And this space don't take my mind A cloudy wake, it's a young mistake That I'm clothed in I can't see when I

This is my breaking point I'll pay my price Just please don't let me miss My peace of mind I'll even die for this God ease my soul And don't let me forget That there is nothing forcing me to a bitter end

It's a kind of magic The bell that rings inside your mind Is challenging the doors of time There can be only one This rage that lasts a thousand years Will soon be done A kind of magic One dream one soul one prize one goal One golden glance of what

And we were bound to the citylife Flashlights when we’re falling into the night Focused on what you feel Just when you were calling her love that day When we were young souls On the junk-yard Now we are stunned minds Full of junk-goods But I feel your

I'll be fine - if you give me a minute, a man's got a limit. I can't get a life if my heart's not in it. I don't mind, as long as there's a bed beneath the stars that shine. I sold my soul for the second time, 'cause the man don't pay me. I begged my

And we go... Rush faster on the one-way lane The answers so silent Rusty gods in their machine-minds armors Grind our souls in the millstone of time The "deathbed harvest" is dead man's banquet Of mold ridden bread and black, poisoned wine And we