Habit rules the
Hearts of all men
Confining force

Past to future
Nothing as sure
As a man's heart

Bound in his ways
Slavery


Wandering the tracks
Of blind custom
Men are not free

Enslaved

Part of the herd

Bleating it's song
Bound by the past
All futures set


Cast off the chains that confine
Set free of custom that binds

To be reborn one must pledge
Murder of who one once was


Part of the herd
To be reborn we must
Bleating it's song

Pledge to murder ourselves