As the future unfolds in the end of days

Judgment of our times in biblical ways

Our man made gods, genocide is faith

Idea warfare has been engaged

Cannot trust your fellow man at all these days

Sycophants out looking to get paid

Images burned into my face

Pangs of Distress salt my flesh to flay



I constantly fear everything I see

Blood is the fist of authority

Pestilence is my rabid dog unchained

Another road sign marks the end of days

I disregard those who govern me

I hate all of this treachery

I numb my mind and try to walk away

Toward the trail of tears and to the end of days



Face down on pavement and drunk at the end of my days

I hang from a noose that was made to slowly decay

The pangs of distress salt my flesh to slowly flay

Face down on pavement and drunk at the end of my days

The end of days