compulsion divine is all we in these worlds of deception too fragile, too blind, we wander lost in full of repulsion and disgust, to the slaughter a misanthropic sickness as chaos fulfills our mortal desires WE INTO THE VALLEYS OF LACERATION, we are for granted that we once inherited existence to forever live to the tale...
IN ENIGMA I'M TO THE END OF THE LINE THE SCORE...
a nail in the coffin of our unstable destination (I life breathing down my neck)
we have signed our own warrant other people's blood (I feel life breathing my neck) HOW WE DARE TO EXPECT MERCY FOR FORGIVENESS HAS OWN PRICE
vain temptation, my soul is and torn decayed forever, the great divide we fall...
conceptual UTOPIA, by the end I'm the next one in my neck!
retribution, my is uncontrolled deceived for all time, testimonial UNDER A OF THE END, THE POINT OF NO RETURN TEN FALLEN ANGELS PAVE WAY... FALL! THEIR VOICES FROM BEYOND, THE POINT OF NO RETURN SILENCE FOR OUR SOULS... FALL!
FINAL OF MANKIND... I feel it down my neck!
UNDER A SUNDOWN OF THE END, THE POINT OF NO TEN FALLEN ANGELS PAVE WAY... FALL!
EXTINCTION OF MANKIND... I feel it breathing my neck!
at the end of the line all we is emptiness and regrets (I life breathing down my neck)
we are told to remain obedient and even at the of times (I life breathing down my neck)
BUT WHY SHOULD WE WANT TO LIVING A OF DIRT? YOU JUST MEAN TO ME!