Texty: Entombed. Morning Star. Young Man Nihilist.

Young man, atheist
There's someone there you can't see in light
Young man, naturalist
Your eyes are heavy from sleepless nights

Feed the conflict into your head

Young man, atlas
There are places without ground of reality
Young man, nihilist
Dematerialize prediction of insanity
Nihilist, nihilist, nihilist, nihilist
Nihilist, nihilist, nihilist

Just feed the conflict into your head

Freedom is just a state of mind
Asleep with dead eyes open
Afraid to put words onto paper
Afraid of the gates about to crack open

Man, it's about time to let your spirit pass through
Were you north or south bound?
It's all up to you
It's so up to you

Just feed the conflict into your head

Freedom is just a state of mind
Asleep with dead eyes open
Afraid to put words onto paper
Afraid of the gates about to crack open

Man, it's about time to let your spirit pass through
Were you north or south bound?
It's all up to you
So up to you