Dissonance in my cranium
Leading me down this path of delusion
I only crave your flesh in this frenzy
Consumed by these unholy spirits
Sacrifice was never my appetite
So I must fulfill the bloodletting of the voices
With the feast of innocence

All that is great is built on sorrow
Reject the illusion of tomorrow

Despite the intrusion 
As I enter this state
I feel so inhuman
Am I more welcome to the Undead?

All that is great is built on sorrow
Reject the illusion of tomorrow

Now push yourself away, 
As I end this today,
I feel so inhuman,
Despite the intrusion,
Despite the intrusion,
I feel so inhuman...