Mournful vultures
Lay me down to sleep
Dark is light, when you choose to see
Night hides well, but not everything
Time is the essence of truth we're told
Yet truth is not what I've ever heard
Spread infection through fear
Quarantined mind breeds the hate
This is their map of corruption
Deconstructing the human race
We walk through these lands infected
But we are immune
Time is ripe, ripe for death
Weep fast and pray
Rumors like fleas
Spread this disease
Our minds are impaled
In sickness we prevail
Rumors like fleas
Spread this disease
Our minds are impaled
In sickness we prevail
Dark is light, when you choose to see
Night hides well, but not everything
Time is the essence of truth I'm told
Yet truth is not what I've ever heard
We walk through these lands infected
But we are immune
Time is ripe, ripe for death
Weep fast and pray
Rumors like fleas
Spread this disease
Our minds are impaled
In sickness we prevail
Rumors like fleas
Spread this disease
Our minds are impaled
In sickness we prevail