Hell rains upon me With the reigns of atomic end It doesn’t matter what I believe Cause in the end it’s all about the means This winds are no longer safe for breathing They convey the fatal blow But a vessel that special delivers Poisson they’re flowing straight into my lungs I should have know that it would end this way But I was locked up shut down Shoving it all away I was in denial And now know you’re all guilty too You’re fucking guilty too
There’s a sickness in my body Every pore aperture an avenue For the life to escape it’s host Everything I touch I leave my husk behind Empty bones and undertones of fumes That sear my soul I’ll repair these tarred lungs With a drop of cyanide upon my tongue
I’m too sick to move I’m too weak to make it through The soil I lay upon has been polluted With a truth And I’m too sick to move Arms made of lead along with a shortness Of breath brought on by armies of dead men With no sense of regret
There’s a sickness in my body Every pore aperture an avenue For the life to escape it’s host Everything I touch I leave my husk behind Empty bones and undertones of fumes That sear my soul I’ll repair these tarred lungs With a drop of cyanide upon my tongue
Now my lungs are failed with a creeping dose of Bitter disgust for the world I used to trust