compulsion divine is all we find in these worlds of too fragile, too blind, we wander in putrefaction full of repulsion and disgust, to the slaughter a misanthropic sickness prevails as chaos fulfills our desires WE INTO THE VALLEYS OF LACERATION, we are taking for granted we once inherited existence to forever to tell the tale...
IN BURNING I'M NEXT TO THE END OF THE THE SCORE...
a final nail in the of our unstable destination (I life breathing down my neck)
we have our own death warrant with people's blood (I feel life breathing my neck) HOW COULD WE TO EXPECT MERCY FOR FORGIVENESS HAS OWN PRICE
vain temptation, my soul is and torn decayed forever, the great divide 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 PAVE YOUR WAY... FALL! THEIR HOLLOW VOICES BEYOND, THE POINT OF NO RETURN PROCLAIMING FOR OUR SOULS... FALL!
EXTINCTION OF MANKIND... I it breathing down my neck!
UNDER A OF THE END, THE POINT OF NO RETURN TEN FALLEN ANGELS THEIR WAY... FALL!
FINAL OF MANKIND... I feel it down my neck!
at the end of the all we possess is emptiness and regrets (I feel life breathing my neck)
we are told to remain and faithful at the hardest of times (I feel life down my neck)
BUT WHY SHOULD WE WANT TO A LIFE OF DIRT? YOU MEAN NOTHING TO ME!