Streams of light in the dark   A light darker than darkness itself   Petrified with nameless fear   Burning in every nerve   Could this be an illusion?   Is this right?      Sick in mind, sick in heart   Become the undead   Sick in mind, sick in heart   Born from guilt      To swallow the shame   Am I - feeding the fire   Burning all in it's way   No place to hide   Left out, defenseless and senseless   Catatonic state of mind      There is no escape   Only extinction      Sick in mind, sick in heart   A violent new breed   Sick in mind, sick in heart   Carved by flesh      It's time to sharpen the tools of demise   Time to sharpen the tools of demise      Consumed by a sickness so vile   This threat knows no name   Acts of violence put on repeat   Creating a violent new breed   Become the undead, how could this be?   Born from guilt in the harboring safety of this so called life      Sharpen the tools of demise      Sick in mind, sick in heart   Become the undead   Sick in mind, sick in heart   Born from guilt      Sick in mind, sick in heart   It's time to sharpen the tools of demise   Sick in mind, sick in heart   Time to sharpen the tools of demise