A Path - Success Will Write Apocalypse Across The Sky

Born into submission

Inbred repetition

The morals have been lost

Our titles shall be tossed

The pen has signed your name for you, to be enslaved

Drowning in waters

Reaching to be slaughtered

Drench their minds in acid

Breathing is irrelevant when your air is filled with pestilence

Sow the seeds of full on eradication

Buried before the chance to stand…

A living man will have no chance

The path is stable with no philosophy

Born inside a lie, Your soul is designed to die

In flames of indecision, grieve…

Dead with no wisdom

You’re dead with no wisdom

Dead with no wisdom

You’re dead with no wisdom

Drowning in waters, reaching to be slaughtered

Drench their minds in acid