Nightmare

Our lives will flash before our eyes

Stripped of all absolution

Predestined to worship what we should despise

Only then to have our senses arrested

An endless cycle of the same old mistakes

Living hand to mouth and counting the days

When surrounded by such negativity, it's impossible for us to break free from

Degradation of all sanity

To live and die with the world laid at our feet

We must rise, realise, purify

Rise, and realise we're born to die

Next in line

Born to die

End of life

Is it to late to start again?

Or is this just the start of the end

Next in line

Born to die

End of life

Is it to late to start again?

Or is this just the start of the end