Blood runs through the offices and fire's what we breathe
We write the poetry of the dead with every word we type
Remarks are made
Heads turn away
They prefer to stay

Behind gritted teeth our lies take shape
Fed by a festering hate, they procreate (inside)

You'll shiver at what you'll find inside
Disgusted, there’s nothing left inside

You'll shiver at what you'll find inside
Disgusted, there’s nothing left inside

Inside
There's nothing left inside