Lyrics:

The monsters are made,
And we have proven that we'll be one of them.
The whores take the stage
The whores take the stage
Flash our skills,
Gotta draw 'em in.
Gotta keep 'em on their toes
On their toes!

Don't show them who you truly are.
Who would want honesty?
Who would want a group of people that one can relate with? [x2]

They have to look up
Simple peasants
[-Missing lyric-]

We need worship.

We need devotion.
Becoming gods from the image that is thrown.
Thrown out in their everyday lives to comfort. [x2]

It's not a musical journey anymore.
They chose Camilla and we stood by her the entire time.
Monotonous expression, a forced replica of a tired sound
Puppets for a greed-driven carnival
The same charade as the passing years
Force me out there

Don't give them a chance. [x2]

They want to be fed
Fed a simple replication of past greatness.

Step back.
(Evaluate. Recognize.)

We just need to throw some new ideas and it will eventually
Get out of this closed off circle
We are part of
We are part of
Get out of this closed off circle
Get out of this closed off circle
It's all the same.

This is all we have
When we die.
It's what's left of us
When we die.

We will be remembered for this [x4]

White walls! [x4]