Ideas and thoughts, in open range
Control the facts, rewrite the page
Fix the miracles
Streets become veins
Filled with blood unclean

What's gonna give, this race
What's gonna give, this race
I-exist-through-their-pace

The beacon's light
Shreds the word, in darkened parts
Pull the leash
Accelerate your dogma

What's gonna give, this race
What's gonna give, this race
I-exist-through-their-pace

To steal the last breath, we are free after all
To step on bodies, we are free after all
(We are free after all... We are free...)

Waves of silence, drowned empires
Words of heroes, enclosed in zeros
Skinwrapped soul, turns gold to coal

Taste illusion in your hate

To steal the last breath, we are free after all
To step on bodies, we are free after all
(We are free after all... We are free...)