Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Exiled Martyr
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Prince
Songwriter
Anthony Esposito
Songwriter
Dajean Bell
Songwriter
Micahel Fiorino
Songwriter
Aaron Hale
Songwriter
Lyrics
Engulfed in paramount pandemonium
There's no escaping from the clutches from within
Bequeathed this disease from an unknown host
What is the origin of this pathogen?
Only God knows
We cannot be mistaken
Fortune favors the bold
It’s in my blood
There’s something wrong
Deep down there’s something turning, rotting me away
Taking hold of my thoughts, overwriting my brain
Each word I speak is just me repeating this subtle voice
I never had a choice
Consider all the bonds broken shattered into dust
Left alone with a mortal shell completely void of trust
They’re all waiting for a sign of weakness, their eyes are screaming
Are they even people anymore?
Continue the plan of contingency
Never alter
Sever the ties to dependency
Never falter
These experiments, the evolution, all in humanity’s name
Must never be allowed to see the light of day
All hands on deck are coming for my throat
Smothering the last remnants left of hope
This will be (this will be) the undoing of us all
Engulfed in paramount pandemonium
There's no escaping from the clutches from within
Bequeathed this disease from an unknown host
What is the origin of this pathogen?
Only God knows
We cannot be mistaken
Fortune favors the bold
Red alert in the cargo bay
There’s a tingle in my spine that I just can’t seem to shake
Been chaotic watching bodies torn limb from limb
Slowly separating bones ripping from the skin
It’s so hysterical and downright diabolical
The way a primal entity corrupts an undeserving soul
The great mistake was written in the blood of innocents
Rewarding all of humankind for all our blatant insolence
We will not be forgiven
Viscera strewn about (a cessation of the obsolete)
A sacrifice to what end?
Faculties usurped by intangible antagony
Swept up in this adverse paranoia
Who has fallen prey, am I among the damned?
Losing the ties to our sanity (sweeping panic)
Contact lost with the lesser beings (dead static)
All hands on deck are coming for my throat
Smothering the last remnants left of hope
This will be (this will be) the undoing of us all
Engulfed in paramount pandemonium
There's no escaping from the clutches from within
Bequeathed this disease from an unknown host
What is the origin of this pathogen?
Only God knows
We cannot be mistaken
Fortune favors the bold
Consumed and lost in lunacy
Written by: Aaron Hale, Alex Prince, Anthony Esposito, Dajean Bell, Micahel Fiorino
