My mind's a leech, and I feel so weak
My sleep was deep, and I did not dream
There is a presence here, breathing life into our fears
Russian roulette, the cylinder is full, no gods to interfere

Requiem, this will destroy you
Before you mourn the passing dream
Requiem, this night won't conclude
House of glass crashes down around you

Spread of self-violence
Complicit in silence
Desire's subsidence
Survive by defiance against defeat
Burn it down
Sweep of a nation misguided by a righteous hand
Distorted divine
Collective suicide

Turbines aflame, like monolithic candles incandescent
In a midnight aura, convulsing bodies in a ritual
My sleep was deep, and I did not dream
Burn it down, burn it down
Pitch black mass
House of glass

Requiem, this will destroy you
Before you mourn the passing dream
Requiem, this night won't conclude
House of glass crashes down around you

Battered, battered and scarred
Post-fundamentalist humiliation
Scattered, scattered and starved
Post-indoctrination
Pitch black mass
House of glass

Burn, burn, burn it
Burn, burn, burn it down
Burn, burn it down
This will destroy you
Burn it down
Burn it to the fucking ground