compulsion divine is all we find in worlds of deception too fragile, too blind, we lost in putrefaction full of repulsion and disgust, lambs to the a misanthropic sickness as chaos fulfills our mortal desires WE INTO THE VALLEYS OF LACERATION, we are taking for granted that we inherited existence to forever to tell the tale...
IN BURNING I'M TO THE END OF THE LINE THE SCORE...
a final nail in the coffin of our destination (I feel life down my neck)
we have signed our own warrant with other blood (I feel life down my neck) HOW COULD WE TO EXPECT MERCY FOR FORGIVENESS HAS IT'S OWN
temptation, my soul is ripped and torn decayed forever, the great divide we fall...
conceptual UTOPIA, by the end I'm the one in line my neck!
retribution, my anger is for all time, testimonial curse UNDER A SUNDOWN OF THE END, THE OF NO RETURN TEN FALLEN PAVE YOUR WAY... FALL! THEIR HOLLOW VOICES FROM BEYOND, THE POINT OF NO SILENCE FOR OUR SOULS... FALL!
FINAL OF MANKIND... I it breathing down my neck!
A SUNDOWN OF THE END, THE POINT OF NO RETURN TEN ANGELS PAVE THEIR WAY... FALL!
EXTINCTION OF MANKIND... I feel it down my neck!
at the end of the line all we possess is and regrets (I life breathing down my neck)
we are told to remain obedient and even at the of times (I feel life breathing my neck)
BUT WHY SHOULD WE WANT TO A LIFE OF DIRT? YOU JUST NOTHING TO ME!