Tekster: Corrosion Of Conformity. Technocracy. Crawling.

Behind the bars, can't feel the scars
Scars that won't heal wasted potential
Potential vaporization, incineration [Incomprehensible] of doubt

Burn away the sadness
The tears evaporate, forget the forgotten
Consumed by those who brought them
Reality comes crawling, crawling
Reality crawling

The wound has healed but not healed right
It's time to open up into the air of the night
Condescending eyes, haunting my mind
Crawling in my mind

Lying to yourself to dull the pain
Long buried feelings infect you again
The time has come to exorcise
Disinfect the lies, bad spirits arise, arise

Symbolic dreams for broken chain
Faith-reassurance was your crutch cane
So many things never realized
Stand up to your now before your eyes

In a ceremony set up in your head
You reckon with forsaken dead
On a judgment hill, beneath the moon
You realized you spoke too soon
Crawling, crawling, reality crawling

The time has come to exorcise
Disinfect the lies, bad spirits arise
Condescending eyes, haunting my mind
Everybody lies

Direction welcomes you
Which inviting path do you choose?
Crawling, crawling reality, crawling
Condescending eyes, haunting my mind
Everybody lies