Surface Patterns

On to
 On to the mindfield
 Into
 Into the hole
 Chemical
 Chemical cauldron
 Location still unknown
 Chorus:
 Out of the tunnel, Into the light
 World destruction, Now seems right
 A barren landscape of burning hell
 Within our dreams
 We feel the spell
 Watching
 Watching their minds blow
 Sinking
 Lower than low
 Hooded mutations
 Ride by nights
 Scouring the earth
 For impure life
 They seek they search
 And will destroy
 Immoral acts they will employ
 Chorus
 Constricting
 Freedom of movement
 Convulsing
 Body in pain
 Stigmatized by the
 Sound of fear
 The land is full of chemical tears
 Communication has broken down
 Exterminated body parts
 On the ground
 Chorus