[Music: Weston]

[Lyrics: Balich]



Crawling through your mind

A cancer on the inside

Spreading sickness 'til no life remains



You let me gain a foothold

Now, I'll never let go

I will choke your spirit down to its last breath



You are dead already

I'm just placing pennies on your eyes



I'm the immoral

The one corrupting your soul

But my work's made easier with a some help from you



Your fear of living

Led you to your end

What is life, my friend, when you only look to death?



You are dead already

I'm just placing pennies on your eyes



Broken... Dying... Rotting

Your life is nothing!



Broken... Dying... Rotting

Your life's worth nothing!