Now It's Twenty Twenty-Five

The Dead Arise To Claim Your Life

The TV Says It's Martial Law

Outside The Streets Run Red With Gore

Nothing Is Under Your Control



Contrails Like Portents In The Sky

Whole Continents Are On The Slide

As Toxic Seas Boil Black With Blood

The Realization Dawns We're Really Fucked

Nothing Is Under Your Control



No Germ Of Mercy In This Flesh And Bone

This Resurrection Will Not Save Your Soul



Shuddering On The Brink Of Hell

At The Beginning Of The End

Now The Abyss Opens Below

Nothing Is Under Your Control



Welcome To Armageddon Time

The End Is Really Fucking Nigh

A Carnival Of Homicide

This Thing Is Eating Us Alive

Nothing Is Under Your Control

Is This The Fall Of Man?

Is There No Way We Can

Survive?



Nothing Is Under Your Control



No Gene For Mercy Written In These Bones

This Resurrection Will Not Save Your Soul



Shuddering On The Brink Of Hell

At The Beginning Of The End

Now The Abyss Opens Below

Nothing Is Under Your Control



Save Your Soul

No Control

Save Your Soul

No Control

This Centre Cannot Hold

No Control

Save Your Soul