A festering illness, does the guilt eat you alive? Does it not consume you? Does it not become you? I am sick of it all, we’re fucking sick from it all
Let it feast as we feast Watch it bleed black blood as you bleed a blackened soul As it breathes so we do grieve
The stagnation takes its hold It’s shackled to the bone, bonded to our core Bonded to our core
We wear fetters of gold, attire to outshine the gods But a cage is a cage and those chains will forever be chains Oh how fortune has favoured the bold
Let fly the unholy tongues, blaspheme the soil Desecrate the earth and ignore your worth May your conviction stand strong in the eye of the storm
The great cogs of man still refuse to turn
We trade voices for vices Gave justice for silence Now we watch in morbid rapture
I wait for this empire to fall
As it breathes so we do grieve
We hold our values as timeless But there is a flaw inside us We are born from this lunacy strain But by the grand wheel of change all shall be erased