compulsion divine is all we find in these worlds of too fragile, too blind, we wander in putrefaction full of repulsion and disgust, to the slaughter a misanthropic sickness prevails as chaos fulfills our desires WE DESCEND INTO THE OF LACERATION, we are taking for granted we once inherited existence to forever to tell the tale...
IN BURNING I'M NEXT TO THE END OF THE THE SCORE...
a nail in the coffin of our unstable destination (I feel breathing down my neck)
we signed our own death warrant other people's blood (I feel life down my neck) HOW COULD WE DARE TO MERCY FOR FORGIVENESS HAS IT'S OWN
vain temptation, my is ripped and torn decayed forever, beyond the divide we fall...
conceptual UTOPIA, by the end I'm the one in line my neck!
retribution, my is uncontrolled deceived for all time, curse A SUNDOWN OF THE END, THE POINT OF NO RETURN TEN FALLEN ANGELS YOUR WAY... FALL! THEIR VOICES FROM BEYOND, THE POINT OF NO RETURN SILENCE FOR OUR SOULS... FALL!
FINAL OF MANKIND... I it breathing down my neck!
UNDER A OF THE END, THE POINT OF NO RETURN 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 feel breathing down my neck)
we are told to remain obedient and even at the hardest of (I feel life breathing my neck)
BUT WHY SHOULD WE WANT TO LIVING A OF DIRT? YOU JUST MEAN TO ME!