Harvesting the fuel of infection,
death stands before us. Slaves
of the modern day, serving doom till our sentence.
Wastelands of unwanted
supremacy. Rotting lairs of a scorn empire.
We've been abandoned, been fooled
into perfecting the lives of The Few.
Now they've vanished, and we're left with
nothing but disgust.
Behold the terror of dysfunction.
Working our way to
honor, shaping our future.
Dismantling our mindless efforts.
We all believed the myths, the fiction.
Crumbling under the weight of absurdity.
We've been lead to being thoughtless
and to live a life without thinking about or doubting
a single leader.
Now's too late.
- Flesh Prison
- Archaic Ascendency
- Ministry of Deceit
- Spawn of Synthesis
- Revocation (Feat. Elliot ..
- Vile Consumption