SLITHER THROUGH DIRT
BATHE IN SUN
DESOLATE FORM
WITH VEINS OF BLACK
THEY WATCHED YOUR BODY DECAY
INTO NOTHING
NO WILL
NO EMPATHY
I SEE ONLY APATHY
NO PEACE
IN A SEA OF PIGS
THIS WORLD IS GETTING COLDER
SUFFOCATE IN YOUR ECHO CHAMBERS
WE ALL ROT TOGETHER
FORESTS BURN FOR PROFIT
GREED CONSUMES THE MASSES
YOUR GOD WON'T SAVE YOU
INTO THE GARDEN OF BONES
BATHE IN SUN
REST IN PISS