Habit rules the
Hearts of all men
Confirming 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 its 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

To be reborn
We must murder ourselves