I'm ashamed of running away from nothing at all
I just can't deal with these feelings any more
But when I look around at the fiends who would needle away my resolve
Who would recreate me in their image
I recognize their insignificance

And so the winds of history disperse the fog of mysticism
The weeds of technology, those vast mechanical growths, release their stranglehold on culture
We call to the blackest Sun to wither away

And I seek an end, if I could but see it
And by the actions of my own hands, it is revealed
This new epoch when mastery has turned to fellowship
When those with a hatred for life have seen an end to their own
These intellectuals who replaces facts with their mythologies
These tiresome brutes who violently sustain might makes right pedagogy

A new world springs from the corpse of the old
Our most ephemeral desires and our most treasured dreams lay the foundation for a brilliant new reality
Social interaction is no longer defined by dutiful sadism
The death of the system, the system of death
This will be the day