Final Lap (feat. George Kollias)

My dead corpse is strapped on my back

Carrying the sin, the vision is fading

Sitting here, wounds in the stacks

Reason to live is too degrading

On a run forever

This train never stops

Let the flies eat the flesh

Roaming in the land of lost

Lost

This hole never fills up

A place for this brain to rest in

This soul is so cracked up

When the mind is wearing thin

For the love of this nightmare

I don't really think if someone cares

Drinking the last drop of my hope

Last scene will premiere on the rope

Rotten to the core

Leaning on the sword

Penetrative hell

With flames that are so cold

Cold

This hole never fills up

A place for this brain to rest in

This soul is so cracked up

When the mind is wearing thin