Breaking down the illusion, no one's the person that you think Under these moral disguises, a blood-curdling dream We're not welcome here In a nation of fear No sanctuary clear In a nation of fear Marks on a child, scars on a human Follow a blood-lit path to the promised land We're not welcome here In a nation of fear No sanctuary clear Disintegrated masks Hewn from the caustic blast Melted down to force The old world to be reborn Familiar but inferior Immaterial ulterior