Machines are paper thin, and they're welded with ink

Sealed inside a legal trap, so tight with a leak

A contract with the devil for a life of distain

Seeping in the limelight at attention, slave!

I blame myself

God, help me pour this gas on me

I need to drown in flames to be free

Help me pour this gas on me

Help me pour this gas on me

God help me pour this gas on me [x4]

Chocking on the product for the mass to consume

The flocks of mindless sheep that have been corporately groomed

Ignorance through apathy like drones in the hive

A slave on the trail, a willing conformed disguise

I blame myself

God, help me pour this gas on me

I need to drown in flames to be free

Help me pour this gas on me

Help me pour this gas on me

I sold my soul [x11]

God, help me pour this gas on me

I need to drown in flames to be free

Help me pour this gas on me

Help me pour, this gas on me

God help me pour this gas on me [x4]