I've drank from the black morass

the plague glued to my gut.

The serum, the sigh, the consistent lie;

the song remains the same

Wearing down your will to survive with an enemy on all sides

Will the body ever cleanse itself? I hope so.

Thin skin from the punishment,

pallor in the pigment

bleeding brains burning in my veins

the evolution of Cain.

Wearing down your will to survive with an enemy on all sides.

Will the mind ever cleanse itself? I hope so.

Until my neck snaps back and cracks, I'll crawl through the night with no end in sight.

Another round of caskets, belly full of maggots.

wearing down your will to survive with an enemy on all sides.

Will the soul ever cleanse itself? I hope so.