Walking in grass filled with leprosy, we must resist the liquid anniversary
This isn't what I wanted life to be, but you stole the script, and re-wrote the final scene
You were never there, you never cared, I can smell your fear, and I am coming for you
You bloviate of hate and pain, but your a fake- succumb unto my reign,
Of doom and death and Neferius, Pain? now you will feel true pain
Just as a cloud dissapates and vanishes, those who travel to Sheol, will not return
I struggle to pull myself back up, but you stepped on my fingers and watched me fall
I hope you aren't scared yet, my plague is ever growing,
We can't destroy tomorrow, unless we DEFILE today