Rotting and bloated
The corpses pile up
Another sign of what we all have in store
Your good intentions will not lead you anywhere
Signals are useless, they've called off any search
Your decisions- where is your rationale?
Be realistic, we don't have a prayer
This is the fight of our lives, and if we fail, (and if we fail)
My captain, our blood is on your hands
And if we fail, my captain, our blood is on your hands
The failure of humankind, our greatest tragedy
Consume your fellow man
The definition of eternity, is a moment alone
An endless cycle of torture is all we have known
An endless cycle of torture- all we have known
Let go of your sheepish notions
Of coming out alive - It will never happen
See d**h as a comfort
As it's agony to survive
We are the starving
We are the weak
We are the cowards
We are the meek
And if we fail, my captain, our blood is on your hands
We are the k**ers that you dream about
We are the villains that you fear
We are the k**ers that you dream about
We are the villains that you fear