We've suffered endlessly, bleeding what we believe Our faction, the dying breath of sanity Keep the blue flame alive inside our hearts and minds Never losing sight of what we have These wounds, so deep and slow to heal, Exile isn't tantamount to our destruction Reject the world you know The same hands used to bleed as to feed Its dexterous fingers carefully constricting the carotid Pry open pineal carapace, flayed Subconscious resistances assuaged This influx, inviolate We are thus marked apparitions of perdition Activate the final nexus, thus begins our surge Cascading, oculist rendered asunder Absolve them of their ignorance We, branded by charlatans as traitors Invoke this sedition openly Adversaries fall one by one We're all that's left, i feel the burning inside Through conflagration, our souls now match the sky Psionicism Ism