Molten
Something is taking over
My brain is like a motor
Release me from these binds
Help me free my mind
Everyone's so disguised
Can't find truth in their eyes
Living this masquerade
Everyone's so afraid
Chorus:
To die is all we got, 6ft down our bodies rots
our souls get released, next our
carcass lays deceased
Can't get it out of my head, can't get it out of my head
Can't get it out of my head, can't get it out of my head
This is virtuality
Someone explain to me
I keep on seeing illusions
of living institutions
Chorus repeats:
Don’t wake me I'm feeling fine
I'm outta here in another time
I’m more alive even after I’m dead
Remember me with every breath
I am a holy soldier! I am a holy soldier!
I am a holy soldier! I am a holy soldier!