Spiraling down into a world without a conscious
Selfishness a vision rarely seen
Crawling out of the sickness that surrounds us
Drifting from a womb of selfish greed
The righteous are longing for death
Martyrs now cognizant
Filled with doubt my hatred becomes boundless
Cannot rest in dens of enemies
Let them pray for a change that they'll call progress
Renew their faith so that they may proceed
The righteous are longing for death
Martyrs now cognizant
I see the herds of passive flesh
Plunging to their untimely deaths
Our world is falling to pieces
The essence of this world is rotten
Decaying in a violent sea
Lost souls forgotten
In perpetual dormancy
I see the herds of passive flesh
Wandering from the hope they've left
Cannot forget their faces
The essence of this world is rotten
Decaying in a violent sea
Lost souls forgotten
In perpetual dormancy
Spiraling down into a world without a conscious
Selfishness a vision rarely seen
Crawling out of the sickness that surrounds us
Drifting from a womb of selfish greed