I

am

hu-

man,

I

am

hor-

ror,

I

am

the

cre-

a-

tor,

and

the

des-

tro-

yer.

A

black

cloud

of

cor-

ro-

sive

breath.

I

am

the

gi-

ver,

the

ta-

ker,

the

mes-

sen-

ger

of

death.

Re-

lent-

less

in

our

pride

of

ne-

ver-

en-

ding

faults,

we

make

the

o-

ceans

rise,

and

turn

ci-

ties

in-

to

salt.

No

time

to

care

a-

bout

the

cost

of

li-

ving.

Ci-

vi-

lized

su-

i-

cide,

no

e-

xo-

ne-

ra-

tion.

This

is

our

home,

yet

still

we

de-

stroy.

On

a

war-

path.

We

will

ne-

ver

re-

turn,

and

we

are

ne-

ver

co-

ming

back.

Vic-

tims

of

a

re-

pe-

ti-

tive

past.

Our

fu-

ture

was

ne-

ver

meant

to

last.

I

am

hu-

man,

I

am

hor-

ror,

I

am

the

cre-

a-

tor,

and

the

des-

tro-

yer.

A

black

cloud

of

cor-

ro-

sive

breath.

I

am

the

gi-

ver,

the

ta-

ker,

the

mes-

sen-

ger

of

death.

Bright

blood

red,

the

eye

of

man.

Wri-

thing

in

sick-

ness,

spea-

king

in

whis-

pers.

Bright

blood

red,

the

eyes

of

man.

Swim-

ming

in

sad-

ness.

Slow

and

si-

lent

kil-

lers.

We

were

born

with

death

u-

pon

our

backs.

Pla-

ying

God

will

ne-

ver

be

e-

nough.

We

want

the

hea-

ven

with-

out

the

Hell.

But

the

de-

vil

knows

bet-

ter

than

us.

He'll

just

let

us

de-

stroy

our-

selves.

Smoke

out

the

sun,

Let

the

rain

fall

as

ash.

We

were

born

in-

to

this

world

with

death

u-

pon

our

backs.

We

were

born

with

death

u-

pon

our

backs.

We

were

born

with

death,

with

death

u-

pon

our

backs.