We aren't innocent
And we have no excuse
That is our way
The way that we choose
The feeling of guilt is dripping in phlegm
We're drowning in fear

With the will to hold on
Don't look to the church
You've got to be strong
There's no way to peace
'Cause peace is the way

Black gold is burning cold
Servants swap blood for oil
Their masters hide behind the smoke
Funded by exhausted souls

Cold ashes in a pile
The power fades away
Black gold is burning hot
In the devil's stronghold