compulsion is all we find in these 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 live to tell the tale...
IN ENIGMA I'M NEXT TO THE END OF THE THE SCORE...
a final nail in the coffin of our unstable (I life breathing down my neck)
we have signed our own warrant other people's blood (I feel breathing 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 next one in my neck!
retribution, my is uncontrolled deceived for all time, curse UNDER A SUNDOWN OF THE END, THE POINT OF NO TEN ANGELS PAVE YOUR WAY... FALL! HOLLOW VOICES FROM BEYOND, THE POINT OF NO RETURN PROCLAIMING FOR OUR SOULS... FALL!
EXTINCTION OF MANKIND... I feel it down my neck!
UNDER A SUNDOWN OF THE END, THE 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 possess is and regrets (I feel breathing down my neck)
we are to remain obedient and faithful at the hardest of times (I feel life breathing my neck)
BUT WHY WE WANT TO CONTINUE A LIFE OF DIRT? YOU JUST NOTHING TO ME!