Stale drops of inferior taste. handed down just to lay to waste.
Foul scent of
A dream gone bad. die the death that he never had. i've seen the
Flaming
Sights i've walked that dreaded mile. religious fragmentation i
Gasp another
Line. so be it-this place turns to dust. so be it-our blood
Turns to rust...i
See the world as gone...bring the pain! i see the world as gone.
Epidemic
Spreads across the land. to every place and into every man. the
Solution lost
For all. betrayed and broken. domestic intervention may stop it
For a while.
Concealed intentions our code they mastermind. . so be it-this
Place turns to
Dust. so be it-our blood turns to rust...i see the world as
Gone...bring the
Pain! i see the world as gone...