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 mask Hewn from the caustic blast Melted down to force The old world to be reborn Familiar but inferior Immaterial ulterior