How many times will we have to cry out
In hopes that it might prevent denial
A blissful ignorance presents the liars
Pulling our strings, against our desires

Flesh burning out my soul
I can't find out where to go
I guess this is all we're good for
Human fuel for their delusions
Pest writhing under moonlight
Last thing we still have left to us
No less, black sunlight devotion
We're just fuel for their delusions

Lunatic
Call me what you want, I'll go through with it
We know that it's wrong, but we live with it
Wasteland wasting our lives away
Just for a chance of redemption
A way to return to what we had in the past
Beauty abundant within us, but no time to act
Now we stand broken and fractured, with no life at that
Our shining sun turned black
And now we can't return to what we had in the past
Delusions turn into facts, true beauty never lasts

Flesh burning out my soul
I can't find out where to go
I guess this is all we're good for
Human fuel for their delusions
Pest writhing under moonlight
Last thing we still have left to us
No less, black sunlight devotion
We're just fuel for their delusions

(Flesh burning out my soul)
(I can't find out where to go)
(I guess this is all we're good for)
(Human fuel for their delusions)

All this time, look at myself
Still afraid to ask for help
As I watch my mental torch itself
A prisoner of this torture, well
I watch the clock tick down and down
As I try to shout aloud but now
And before it never turns around
As I stand in blacklit carousel
Are there answers to be found?
A ray of hope for our lowly crowd?
The question hangs deep overhead
As our dry tear ducts bleed crimson red
Save us
But no one's around to be our savior
As the crowd laments towards the sunfall
The sigils signal fated downfall
For us all

(Flesh burning out my soul)
(I can't find out where to go)
(I guess this is all we're good for)
(Human fuel for their delusions)
(Pest writhing under moonlight)
(Last thing we still have left to us)
(No less, black sunlight devotion)
(We're just fuel for their delusions)