compulsion is all we find in these worlds of deception too fragile, too blind, we wander lost in of repulsion and disgust, lambs to the slaughter a sickness prevails as chaos fulfills our mortal desires WE DESCEND THE VALLEYS OF LACERATION, we are taking for granted that we once existence to live to tell the tale...
IN ENIGMA I'M NEXT TO THE END OF THE THE SCORE...
a final nail in the coffin of our destination (I feel life breathing my neck)
we signed our own death warrant with people's blood (I feel life down my neck) HOW COULD WE DARE TO EXPECT FOR FORGIVENESS HAS OWN PRICE
vain temptation, my soul is and torn decayed forever, beyond the great we fall...
UTOPIA, by the end I'm the next one in line my neck!
retribution, my is uncontrolled deceived for all time, curse UNDER A SUNDOWN OF THE END, THE POINT OF NO TEN FALLEN ANGELS YOUR WAY... FALL! THEIR VOICES FROM BEYOND, THE POINT OF NO RETURN PROCLAIMING FOR OUR SOULS... FALL!
EXTINCTION OF MANKIND... I feel it down my neck!
UNDER A OF THE END, THE POINT OF NO RETURN TEN FALLEN ANGELS PAVE WAY... FALL!
EXTINCTION OF MANKIND... I feel it down my neck!
at the end of the line all we is emptiness and regrets (I feel life down my neck)
we are told to remain obedient and at the hardest of times (I feel breathing down my neck)
BUT WHY WE WANT TO CONTINUE LIVING A LIFE OF YOU JUST NOTHING TO ME!