Nostalgia Can Be a Nasty Beast

I was born to die

Everything is fine

Grace invade my life

I was born to die

Claiming to be a saint

Turning a blinded eye

No chance of getting innocent blood on you

Toxins dripping from your mouth

Alligators overran the sewers

Cowabunga, march to death

Alligators overran the sewers

Signs of Babylon

Prophesies of old

Break the earth in half

Alleluia, trumpets sound