Surface Patterns

On to On to the mindfield Into Into the hole Chemical Chemical cauldron Location still unknown Chorus: Out of the tunnel, Into the light World destruction, Now seems right A barren landscape of burning hell Within our dreams We feel the spell Watching Watching their minds blow Sinking Lower than low Hooded mutations Ride by nights Scouring the earth For impure life They seek they search And will destroy Immoral acts they will employ Chorus Constricting Freedom of movement Convulsing Body in pain Stigmatized by the Sound of fear The land is full of chemical tears Communication has broken down Exterminated body parts On the ground Chorus