Black clouds on a black plane, in a black heart that knows no sun, no flowers or trees, summer breeze, only disease... make them all die slowly. A pale horse, on a pale plain, in a pale mind, that knows no light, the factories of disease, with their acrid smoke... make them all die slowly. A child cries, to blind eyes, in a lonely place, full of misery, no flowers or trees, no summer breeze, death and disease... watch them all die slowly.
I look in your eyes, deceit is what i find. your feeling sad, but you left us behind. sold your soul, so that's how it goes... make them die slow.
Your life's blood is control, feeding off power that you stole, with a hollow heart you carve the abscess in your soul. carving this abscess, this abscess in your soul. ...hollow hearted... you're soon to be departed.