Trespass - The Haunted

Tampering with the codes to our existense

The blasphemy will take its toll

With blood on their hands

They alter our perception of reality

Morticians clad in white seek their prey

Compassion is left behind

In their search for a controllable mind

Trespassing on sacred realms

Sustaining the dying breed

They will eradicate the features of man’s weaknesses

Delete, improve the versions of ourselves

Try to cure us from the disease

We’re dethroned and left to bleed

Human nature’s shedding skin

Compassion is left behind

In their search for a controllable mind

Trespassing on sacred realms

Sustaining the dying breed

We’re all just shedding skin…

Creating but bitter repercussions

We’re disarmed of all control

With blood on their hands

They alter our perception of reality

Morticians clad in white seek their prey

Compassion is left behind

In their search for a controllable mind

Trespassing on sacred realms

Sustaining the dying breed