Standing at accuracy’s demise
We have reached the new world wasteland
Population converted: one by on, thousands upon thousands
Like scavengers on waste, like vultures on sick, zombies outnumber the living
We are the outnumbered

Find your post, find your shelter in hopes of outliving the undead
Build your walls, maintain protection with ambitions of beating the odds

In a sea of stinking rot, in a place where living human are no longer the hunter, all the money in the world won’t satisfy the enemy
Hunted
Standing at accuracy’s demise we have reached the new world wasteland
Mankind is the losing faction; retreat is eternally hopeless

Find your post, find your shelter in hopes of outliving the undead
Build your walls, maintain protection with ambitions of beatings the odds.
We are the outnumbered

Oh and yet, I’ve been cleansed.

And yet I’ve been cleansed with the water.
A purity no mind can grasp.
A purity so cool upon my fingertips.

The vision that I have seen.
This is the action that spawns from the end.
For the longest time, I’ve been watching the world breathe again

What lies here.
What lies here,
Are mountains composed of tombs, tombstones, tombstones, tombstones.

Examine these beautiful faces, keep singing now, keep singing now.
Examine these beautiful faces, keep singing now.
Examine these beautiful faces. Oh.

Will we push bedlam noise to the state of blissfulness?
Display her beauty to the people, to the people. Oh.

A purity no mind can grasp.

I know a ghost
And when doubted his truth reveals incredible vengeance
Vanity is a sepulcher
Do as you please, shame will follow
Languages rot and insects lose interest;
Mountains of plastic: melting away
As long as these struggles are aimless,
We will all be standing still
When worded correctly, truth is never a cliche;
This is because so many are attached to their deaf ears
Collect the leaves
Count them
Name them
Study each and every single one of them
As long as the struggles are aimless
We will all be standing still
When worded correctly, truth is never a cliche;
This is because so many are attached to their deaf ears
All mistakes can be marked by borders
All of love can be traced to a maker
It seems as if what is most important,
Isn’t noticed when forgotten
Do as you please, shame will follow
The sun and the moon:
You’ll always take them for granted
What’s delicate is lost
As the selfish forgot what is sacred,
The humble forgot themselves
When worded correctly, truth is never a cliche;
This is because so many are attached to their deaf ears

The concept of fashion is the one to blame,
Painting a portrait of conviction-less existence.
Well, it must be difficult being so gorgeous.

Well, it must be difficult
Claiming to be the kings and queens,
But it’s all,
(But it’s all)
But it’s all,
(But it’s all)
For nothing.

This shall pass.
Megalomania!
This shall pass.
Megalomania!

Congratulations
On mutilation
For a life,
For a life!
Life, life, life!
Life, life, life!

I’m gonna hope for you,
I’m gonna pray for you,
Amongst the reckless and the black.
Salvation lies within.
I’m gonna hope for you,
I’m gonna pray for you,
Amongst the reckless and the black.
My time is yours, my friend.

We all find ourselves so horribly weak.
Here’s an offering!
Here’s an offering!
Offering, offering!

Source of lyrics: www.lyricsmode.com

THESE WRITINGS ARE TO THOSE WHO HAVE WEEPED.
THESE WRITINGS ARE TO THOSE WHO HAVEN’T LOOKED DEEPLY ENOUGH INTO THE CORRECT RESOLUTION.

WRONG AGAIN BUT STRONGER NOW,
WE CAN FACE THIS.
FIGHT LIFE WITH LIFE.

ALL GLORY TO THE ONE IN EXISTENCE.
BRING UPON YOUR NAME, YOUR GRACE, YOUR EVERYTHING.

HOLD HANDS AND STARE INTO THE CIRCLE.
WHAT ARE WE LOOKING AT?

RUMORS AND RUMORS AND RUMORS.
ASSEMBLY: DISINTEGRATION. PERISH.

TOMBSTONES SERVE AS MIRRORS AND THE GRAVES ARE INFINITE.
TAKE A LOOK THROUGH THE LENS AND THROUGH YOUR EYES.
END THE PARTITIONING.

WRONG AGAIN BUT STRONGER NOW,
WE CAN FACE THIS.
FIGHT LIFE WITH LIFE.

ENEMIES, WE’LL GO FOR YOUR THROAT.

Source of lyrics: www.sing365.com