isn't it nice to know
you can roll the dice verse
and let them flow
with your emotions

you're brain dead
you're spoon fed chorus
you're Reichwing chain-led

isn't it soothing
your self to express
if you get past memories
of your buddies deaths

and the children dead
the blood so red
and the rich men back home who's greed you fed

all those years you thought you were alive
all those years you were being a hive
then one day you woke up with a gun to your head
one day you woke up not in your bed
Not in your bed
Not in your head