A man held hostage by this contagion Alone, abandoned, in search of legion Under pressure, under black skies We must find the cure, before we die I
Replacing god human hands conceive and contorta vile creation. A fatal form is about to be born. A Curse that's birthed with a purpose. Fear is an infalliable
As migraines become overwhelming, perception is rendered controlled. Mentally you've grown unstable. Devoid of human emotion. Something has burrowed
Increasingly civilians contract the infection at an alarming rate, flooding nearest cities in a rampage to satisfy their now instinctive thirst, depopulating
simply that easy. You have failed to deconstruct a flawless design. Bow to a real oppressor. Your voice and mind are the true contagion. So you must be
With retinas exposed towards an empty sky, the majority relies on religion. Citing god as a scapegoat for this unrelenting plight. Such devastation is
[Feat. Nick Arthur Of "Molotov Solution"] Infiltrating defences, evolving with every strand, the contagion continues to spread. Stranded in a devastated
infected, the contagion grows stronger. Virally re-animated, through a continuous cycle, you have risen as a vessel of contaminants by which the contagion
You awake to the putrid stench of decomposing flesh. Welcome to oblivion. Do not pray, for salvation wont come. Your savior does not dwell in this place
[Instrumental]
Government has influenced and orchestrated abduction of civilians. For use as subject in secretive experiments forcibly exposing them to deadly pathogens
Every contagiousstrand must be wiped away. Located and declared completely absent. A national vaccaination is underway, to eliminate the presence of
Jaws dripping with disease Fingers for use of weaponry Mind spins in fervor of murder's design Unleashing our buried primal desires Return to instincts
A man held hostage by this contagion Alone abandoned in search of legion Under pressure under black skies We must find the cure before we die I can see
A man held hostage by this contagion Alone, abandoned, in search of legion Under pressure, under black skies We must find the cure, before we die I can
Like the knife into my back, Cold hate within my spine, Freezing my nerves, This slow death consumes my mind, Shock waves through my soul, Compounding
jaws -- dripping with disease fingers for use of weaponry mind spins in fervor of murder's design unleashing our buried primal desires return to instincts
