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