Come on, tell me now, if ever; Why do we believe the screens? Come on, tell me now, if ever; What seperates us from our reason? Is it the thief or the liar, Turning power on the wire? Is it the sheer disbelief, That could run this deep? It might be emptyness they felt but our future came dispelled; We need a reset revolution from this Religion of confusion? My mind is a razor in this world of skin where all that grows is the filth within and I'll watch you bleed with a smile on my face Ace; watch your lady kiss, Guantanamo Baby (My mind is a razor in this world of skin where all that grows is the filth within and I'll watch you bleed with a smile on my face Ace; watch your lady kiss, Guantanamo Baby) My mind is a razor in this world of skin where all that grows is the filth within and I'll watch you bleed with a smile on my face Ace; watch your lady kiss, Guantanamo Baby Guantanamo Baby