Pathogenic Crisis

I'm gonna hide this tape when I'm finished If none of us make it, at least there'll be some kind of record 48 hours We still have nothing to go on One other thing I think it rips through your clothes when it takes you over Found some shredded long johns, but the nametag was missing They could be anybody's Nobody Nobody trusts anybody now 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