Daily prayer at the ironing board, there's a premonition of death
I'm disgusted by my surroundings, sliding through this maze of flesh
The primitiveness of drums, the wildness of beautiful faces
Many scratched the surface, but my heart's still in pieces
Stupefied by nightfall, trespassing inner circles
Conspiracy theories and battle plans, they've turned me into a criminal
Splitting hairs like splitting atoms, please forgive this modern sinner
Evildoers seized my soul, I'm no longer a beginner