Intro:

Abesent in the things I've done for the real
revelations come to people so slow.
Frightening.
Won't stop now until their done,
peel their skin,
eaten underneath.
Rotten rotten.
Drowing in understanding.
Swallowed posion keeps them well.
Watching the other struggle through makes me grin.
Should I tell the mindless stumbling through
I have found it?

Watching all the things they've done this is real
when revolution comes from misguided hands.
Frightening. And in all the idiots I see,
thoughtless men casting doubts on me
Enlightening.

(chorus)

[Bridge]
They'll turn the vice once
and break your hand. Will it come back to you now.
Just like it never left?

Peel away their faith
their fears have led them towards a worse one.
See the way their minds have glazed
they're looking towards the worst one.