Filthy flies do breed in the backyard of our brazenend souls
Try to dominate the memories
What filthy lie must I uphold?

What filthy lie must I uphold?
Which holy image will I attack?
Which beast must be worshipped?
Whos heart shall I break?

I poison my myself with my own tears
Im sick and tired of mine and your fears

In whose blood shall I wade
I do not care – I do not care

In whose blood shall I wade
I do not care
Banish from my mind a part of me
Theres no, no turning back
Lets go, I know
The cost is something is forever lost

The cost is something is forever lost.