compulsion is all we find in these worlds of deception too fragile, too blind, we lost in putrefaction of repulsion and disgust, lambs to the slaughter a misanthropic sickness prevails as chaos our mortal desires WE DESCEND THE VALLEYS OF LACERATION, we are for granted that we once inherited existence to forever live to the tale...
IN BURNING I'M TO THE END OF THE LINE THE SCORE...
a final in the coffin of our unstable destination (I feel breathing down my neck)
we have signed our own warrant with people's blood (I feel life down 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...
conceptual UTOPIA, by the end I'm the next one in my neck!
retribution, my is uncontrolled deceived for all time, testimonial A SUNDOWN OF THE END, THE POINT OF NO RETURN TEN FALLEN ANGELS PAVE 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!
FINAL OF MANKIND... I it breathing down my neck!
at the end of the line all we possess is and regrets (I feel life down my neck)
we are to remain obedient and faithful even at the of times (I life breathing down my neck)
BUT WHY WE WANT TO CONTINUE LIVING A OF DIRT? YOU JUST MEAN TO ME!