compulsion divine is all we find in these of deception too fragile, too blind, we wander in putrefaction full of repulsion and disgust, lambs to the a misanthropic sickness prevails as chaos our mortal desires WE INTO THE VALLEYS OF LACERATION, we are taking for that we once inherited existence to live 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 breathing 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 FORGIVENESS HAS IT'S OWN
vain temptation, my soul is and torn decayed forever, beyond the great 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 YOUR WAY... FALL! THEIR HOLLOW VOICES FROM BEYOND, THE OF NO RETURN PROCLAIMING FOR OUR SOULS... FALL!
EXTINCTION OF MANKIND... I feel it breathing my neck!
UNDER A OF THE END, THE POINT OF NO RETURN TEN FALLEN ANGELS THEIR WAY... FALL!
FINAL OF MANKIND... I it breathing down my neck!
at the end of the all we possess is emptiness and regrets (I feel breathing down my neck)
we are told to remain and faithful even at the of times (I feel life down my neck)
BUT WHY SHOULD WE TO CONTINUE LIVING A OF DIRT? YOU MEAN NOTHING TO ME!