I can hear the dogs in their hysteria,Salivating for

the taste of our rotten failure. Brutality of flesh and

bone Making enemies where there were none Gangs of

God are on the move To bleed the slain in shallow

tombs you can be my cradle and I your grave

Captivated, we fall to meet our fate Between layers of

coma and death in fields of blood it's a sightless,

soundless, muted sense of touch This broken world is

spiritless and homeless, burning in the wreckage of its

own damn coldness... Brutality of flesh and bone

Making enemies where there were none Gangs of hate

are on the move To Bleed the slain in shallow tombs

We exist in between the crack of life and death

struggle in between betrayal and the end... Grasping

dry Lifeless earthen Decomposition Run and hide your

flesh is no haven from suffocation Blood Burden

knows no bounds Dig deep to skeletons in the ground

Blood Burden knows no bounds.