Culture of Death

Dancing on the graves of this Culture of death that offers nothing Pushing me to madness Pushing me to madness, ugh! He's egotistical with a lost soul and a lust for destruction Why do we taste the poison that rots our dreams And turns realities into nightmares? Pain and loathing are the drugs that make him feel Pain and loathing He'd rather bleed from within than feel nothing at all Insecurities they're clouding up your mind You can't escape, you can't escape, you can't escape Nothing's good enough to be liked or loved The toxic traits you possess are disguised by force fed lies Pain and loathing are the drugs that make him feel Pain and loathing He'd rather bleed from within than feel nothing at all Pain and loathing He'd rather bleed from within than fell nothing at all Culture of death Culture of death Culture of death Culture of death Culture of death, pushing me to madness Culture of death, pushing me to madness Culture of death, pushing me to madness Culture of death, pushing me to madness Culture of death, pushing me to madness Culture of death, pushing me to madness