compulsion is all we find in these worlds of deception too fragile, too blind, we wander lost in full of and disgust, lambs to the slaughter a misanthropic sickness prevails as chaos fulfills our desires WE DESCEND INTO THE OF LACERATION, we are taking for granted that we once existence to forever to tell the tale...
IN BURNING I'M NEXT TO THE END OF THE THE SCORE...
a final in the coffin of our unstable destination (I feel life down my neck)
we signed our own death warrant with other blood (I life breathing down my neck) HOW COULD WE DARE TO EXPECT FOR HAS IT'S OWN PRICE
temptation, my soul is ripped and torn decayed forever, beyond the great we fall...
conceptual UTOPIA, by the end I'm the next one in 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 FALLEN ANGELS THEIR WAY... FALL!
EXTINCTION OF MANKIND... I feel it down my neck!
at the end of the line all we is emptiness and regrets (I life breathing down my neck)
we are to remain obedient and faithful at the hardest of times (I feel breathing down my neck)
BUT WHY SHOULD WE TO CONTINUE A LIFE OF DIRT? YOU JUST NOTHING TO ME!