Lyrics:

'Rorschach's journal, October 12th 1985.
Dog carcass in alley this morning,
Tire tread on burst stomach.
This city's afraid of me.
I've seen it's true face.
The streets are extended gutters
And the gutters are full of blood.
Now the whole world stands on the brink
Staring down into bloody hell.
All those liberals,
And intellectuals,
And smooth-talkers;
And all of a sudden nobody can think of anything to say.
Beneath me,
This awful city,
It screams like an abattoir full of retarded children.
And the night reeks of fornication and bad consciences.
And when the drains finally scab over,
All the vermin will drown.
The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up around their waists
And all the whores and politicians will look up and shout
And I'll whisper... No.'

This is the sound of the revolution
This is the sound of your god in chains
This is the sound of erradication
This is the sound
Of all that remains
This is the sound of the revolution
This is the sound of your god in chains
This is the sound of erradication
This is the sound
Of all that remains

A ghost living in this shell of wires
Manufactured to hunt through these funeral pyres
My heart just the tick of a clock
The network grows like the sound of the shock
Our minds just a cold empty hand
Programmed to hate
Programmed to respond
This wolrd that we made where we can be one
Where we are alone
All freedom is gone

This is the sound of the revolution
This is the sound of your god in chains
This is the sound of erradication
This is the sound
Of all that remains
This is the sound of the revolution
This is the sound of your god in chains
This is the sound of erradication
This is the sound
Of all that remains

The web so thick
We are lost in it's maze
Our corruption complete
Our corruption unfazed
So reliant on connection,
We leave ourselves weak
Our connection exposed
Through the answers we seek

The virus is killing me
The virus is killing me
The virus is killing me
The virus is killing me now