i've let myself drift into their plane

their demented plane of existence

i see their deceit

their cover is our trust

smoke billowing from the city

they say they are returning

they say they are meeting their demands

our trust

led us to the slaughter

on their plane

they are right

on their plane

they can have no fault

on their plane

they believe they have control

endowed only by deceit

we now have been driven down

touched our toes upon the fires of hell

on their plane