Tekstovi: Entombed. Monkey Puss: Live In London. Living Dead.

This is the world you're free to explore
Life is paradise you've been searching for
You are the god, you try to implore
You're living in a hell that none but you have bore

Born as you were in deadly sin
You are to lose, you cannot win
Words meant to build walls around your skin
Restrain the powers kept within

You weren't ever told to find the way
To reach the land of everyday
Lobotomized, drowning, internal dismay
I live while you decay

Penetrated soul, weakened and misled
Beholder of life that perish, soon you wake up dead
A lie built unto itself, a throne in your head
Beholder of life that perished, you are living dead

There is no other god, heathen children, heathen

Defiled his cross hanging around your neck
With blood from never concluded lives
The symbol of spiritual lobotomy tells
You're a slave to repeated lies

Each man has created his own heaven, his own hell
Death has no light

I can see right through
You will cease to exist and fade away
Into minds wasteland
I live while you decay, you're soon dead

I gaze into your eyes
Two wells of extinguished life
Mental winter, living lie
Search for the long lost and long to die

Illuminate your inner shadows
The darkness kept from light
You walk one way but your head's on backwards
End up being what you fight

Penetrated soul, weakened and misled
Beholder of life that perish, soon you wake up dead
A lie built unto itself, a throne in your head
Beholder of life that perished, you are living dead