Texty: Black Label Society. Shot to Hell. Blacked Out World.

There is no rationale, nothing is real
There is no sympathy when one cannot feel
Distorted mirrors, you see yourself
Trapped in your nightmares, nothing else

Blacked out in this blacked out world
Blacked out in this blacked out world
Blacked out in this blacked out world
Blacked out in this blacked out world

Architect of hate, creator of doom
Upon those wings of destruction will be there soon
Commit your final suicide, your final act
Last show of atrocity, ain't no coming back

Blacked out in this blacked out world
Blacked out in this blacked out world
Blacked out in this blacked out world
Blacked out in this blacked out world

Blacked out in this blacked out world
Blacked out in this blacked out world