Black

plagues

line

a

fa-

ding

sky

A

dy-

ing

world

stripped

to

the

bone,

In-

to-

xi-

ca-

ted

by

the

mad-

ness

Blood

weeps

from

o-

pen

wounds

And

still

the

fi-

res

rage

Con-

sumed,

now

cha-

os

reigns

Our

pride

dis-

solved

The

rise

and

fall,

The

brea-

king

point

Burned

and

crossed

Lost

Now

im-

mu-

ne

to

all

the

car-

nage

We

turn

u-

pon

our-

selves

With-

in

these

times

of

des-

pe-

ra-

tion

We

are

the

vi-

rus

that

has

in-

fec-

ted

To

its

last

Not-

hing

is

sac-

red

Not-

hing

shall

be

saved

No

one

shall

be

spared

the

hor-

ror

That

has

yet

to

come

Dest-

roy

and

dis-

card

This

is

all

that

we

know

Blac-

kened

flesh,

blis-

tered

Hangs

from

ske-

letal

fra-

mes

Stal-

king

this

a-

rid

waste-

land

Our

minds

im-

mune

to

change

The

shreds

of

mo-

ra-

li-

ty

Fall

by

the

way-

side

As

we

are

left

to

pon-

der

These

black

box

re-

ve-

la-

tions

In

these

days

to

come

In

this

Our

fi-

nal

ho-

ur

We

will

wit-

ness

the

true

depths

to

which

Hu-

ma-

ni-

ty

can

sink

Hu-

ma-

ni-

ty

can

sink

We

will

learn

To

the

suf-

fer

We

will

learn

You

down

fall,

fall

And

be-

fore

long,

be-

fore

long

We

will

beg

for

the

end

And

still

the

fi-

res

rage

Con-

sumed,

now

cha-

os

reigns

Our

pride

dis-

solved

The

rise

and

fall

The

brea-

king

point

Burned

and

crossed