did you fuck with me? And now I'm drowning inside Though you are nothing to me You wanted to pay You want like a saint You are like a saint For these
uncertainty and peril That we are visionless to see or interpret A threat that evidently needs to be fought In a manufactured waged war A vile misconception
of his signature In a new world with suppressing technology Lacerations lead to codes embedded in blood streams beneath the flesh Currencies fuse together to form a
seeks). For this man only thirst for the blood, the blood of his child. For this man only thirst for the blood, the blood of his child. For this man
and wake utterly Blindfolded in a regurgitated fashion money will always equal dominance, above law and above government disinformation will constantly leave a nation as a
For this program kept you breathing, it kept you alive. These circuits diffused once more. We kneel and we plead for no mourning ahead of us, Entombment of a
The bodies of millions pile atop the splintered streets of a now rotting metropolis. Ignorantly drowning in the flames and fumes fabricated by their own
[Exhumed Cover] Pernicious - A ghastly Gordian quandary to elucidate Pestiferous - A nebulous necrotic novelty to navigate Labyrinthine - A contumely
pleading and praying for a redesigned future as they reach the brink of renouncement Dreading to open the mouth and spill the words of loathing for with
the eyes of the ignorant with public displays of manslaughter and execution grounds To butcher the enlightened for what purpose? Because starvation for
inch closer to suppress the living and breathing The newborn are nurtured in a world of a dishonest master design A layout constructed only for the purpose
The earth slowly rots into a malignant tumor, Breeding no life for the future of the world In a wake of a nuclear war, bodies rise from the fractured
of a dark lord with the mindset of world supremacy set in years past Our nation picked up the pieces of a slain giant and continued to shape a psychological
and wake utterly Blindfolded in a regurgitated fashion money will always equal dominance, above law and above Government disinformation will constantly leave a nation as a
torture is diminished to mere wretched amusement. Ordered to fragment the sanity of prisoners of an artificial war amidst a country of dystopia. The
Summon the servants that are chained at the throat by a tarnished chain only devoted to their prosperous fathers A grip so tight it bruises the neck when
[Hidden Track] Hell stands still with an empty throne, with an audience ignited in a conflagration composed by their lord. Descending to their exhausted