Texty

They're creeping in. Slowly, to infest. Eat away society. Begin to manifest. Feeding on the life of innocent cries. How can we still cherish their lives? Exterminate. But it's too late to be saved by faith. Rot away. As they fester. A real god would kill them faster.
Writer(s): Bohan Daniel Lueders, Christopher Michael Mills, James Dean Pligge Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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